by the grace of God
the way has become illuminated
beneath my feet.
My staircase
has just twice as many steps
as Jacob's ladder.
turn a quick corner
through the tomb
of tick-tock
the refrigerator warbles Koyaanisqatsi
and the aloof nearby clock
serves as its metrical
counterpart
(the stovetop remainder:
a faint spoonful
of artificially flavored rice
that my tongue had envisioned
all that day. thank God)
the way has become illuminated
beneath my feet.
My staircase
has just twice as many steps
as Jacob's ladder.
turn a quick corner
through the tomb
of tick-tock
the refrigerator warbles Koyaanisqatsi
and the aloof nearby clock
serves as its metrical
counterpart
(the stovetop remainder:
a faint spoonful
of artificially flavored rice
that my tongue had envisioned
all that day. thank God)