To hear all-out would be ear-splitting
So like a tusk piercing through my heart
Like a wind rustling fleetingly
Through the valley I muttered
Hankering the need to be there would soon be over
As the dab hand struggled
For low-keyed lines to what's uncovered
My eyes swelled up
Held back the silvery icicles
Before they fall down the cheeks like rain in the summer
My hurdles, snags, & pitfalls seemed tiny dots
Next to his giant sheepshank slubs
Yet did not bear me spur
I won't ever feel any better
What else would matter
When one's existence becomes faint spurts of tiny embers
When one's crystal anchor too soon turns to blur
Whether or not heard in a corner I said a pray'r
For courage & strength as I live out my toil
For heavens to keep the fire
In this brightly shining star's light.