the shock, the fear, is real
(oh no, not this again)
and strikes like a viper
training to be a boxer
and a bold of lightning in the moonlight
(proceed, but with extreme caution)
– the thought taking the shape of sight
and curtains drawn reveal all the words are gone.
Rushing in, shouting, screaming in despair:
I knew it, I knew it, I knew
it – oh let me have the last
year back! Oh but then a sound
that could be nothing but a noun
came shyly from a cloud, and more
nouns came, and verbs emboldened, fell as rain.