After the Fireworks

July 6, 2002

I am it that

is always present.

Unyielding in thought,

on purpose by merit.

The thing that drags

all things in universal luggage,

and when speed doesn't supercede,

I can be sluggish.

I can be sore.

And the Lord or the Boom can

bang on the door.

© 2002 Jarrod C. Lacy