When I Became It

And I couldn't help but call and scream.

Oh, but did I holler-

in life's waiting room I sat and I could do nothing but cry,

And wail my spillway to a man conferring confident causalities to a collapsed interior

My right ear and head adjacent
 and so close to the train's home

Track by track

I thought it too convenient to have yet another opportunity for escape 
inches now from my nose

But on that line I stayed.

And I refused to give in to such sin.
On that line I would follow (as from here it is the only honest truth I can find).

Why sparks did not altogether appear to catch on there in finality, 
was strangely among few other moments of absolute divine bewilderment found in this young life and wild world.

Yet, after originally wedging my bike in between the shadowed cars

And in returning to retrieve my belonging, I fell.
I fell then and there; I thought that was it.

I believe now, more then ever-
 it was the Earth's initial embrace of Lord's grace.