For daring to stroke lightning’s stem, there are inevitable consequences;
But, for such a thrill, I’m willing to pay — burn — fry even . . .
Again and again.
Such angelic music accompanies each flare that I’m willing like a lamb,
The life-giving lamb.
Life’s choices are easy; They say it’s between politics and prison;
But they miss the most reverend — the one for which I’d gladly burn.