Samson

there was Samson swinging

jawbones to the masses

moving through flesh like fog

nothing stops

judge and jury

man like music

flows along

over and under and beyond

there’s a tune in that man’s head

that comes from another place

that’s what they said

still…a note –

disonance comes on the wind

howling beauty, betrayal and a blade

banshee cut your locks

did you think the the notes

were your own?

the song came from within?

were you surprised?

(never even felt God leave)

did you know?

or was it too much?

better to melt into soft hands

and wait on the light?

better to be judged

than to judge?

were the pillars for them

or did you pull them in on yourself…

Harnessing Chaos