It is the beginning.
The grass is dark and wet,
Spears on feet bared
For traction and maybe for
Life

Five minutes, I say -- five only.
That is my condition.
It is the worst and heaviest of days;
All my thoughts are due tomorrow
And tomorrow is twenty-three minutes away.

Sailing the disc
A twin of the twin, a glimpse
Blank on darkness among the
Stars
A universe spinning.

Then--

Gasping for air and laughter
Wet laughter
The impish sprinklers have played
A prank to match all pranks

And we have passed the point of no return.

I am bold, you are beautiful.
The heat and pressure will wait, must
wait
For this is the moment, the reckoning.
Have I come here to be defeated?
Am I here to defeat?
I know the answers to these questions

And they are not what I thought they were.

Amongst the sprinkler rainbows case in the flourescent light of academia
I will live,
And live unconditionally.