When the chasm closes in

we peer into the blackout

with split second synchronization

blighted yet united

this nation that stands Roger-Tango ready under God

busting with button popping awe precision


wielding Omnivision

waiting to witness without division

the Starburst dreams of rapture

-not rupture- rehearsed….

For this blessed nation is not cursed.

When the chasm closes in

we peer into the blackout

locating the chinks; the apertures

the spaces where light enters in

why fear the lynx when we follow the lion

together in his shadow we shine

for the isthmus divine

can bridge estranged seas

and with prayerful pleas

even those madder than wet hens

continue to plot and plant in silenced quarantine

for the mustard seed


Out produces the castor bean.

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