Compliantly, urgently listening
with blind hope, ears wide open
as the sheep for the shepherd.
Waiting, searching, seaking
without forethought or line
as a prophet for the Spirit.
Wandering, thirsting, hungering
finding dry bones and spoilt manna
such the Gomorrhan I must be.
Gazing, seeing, hearing
enlightenment explodes into being
drools from darkness and shadow.
Hark the composition of my Muse!
No shepherd but serpent.
If spirit, evil.
Carefully tendering my terrible pen.