to drop into the lap of love
dance within the secret life of flowers
like angels on the head of a pin
and to have within your grasp a mastery of life
(we give concern to the fashion of ephemeral troubles)
have you not heard? what is the Good News?
the best story wins
and the pieces do fit together
we cut no corners
it’s made to crack at the edges
what tune is it in the susurrus atmosphere of the Movie?
i know, for one, luck is no beggar
to have fashioned my own very hands
as i waltz with a burning one
i have been meant to dip in the gravity of it all
my number dropped in her lap
and the story brushes aside all anxious first moves
the best story wins
