I’ve lost my place in this thunder
ringing clear what I have
haven’t gained, with this losing war
I’ve won something.

I’ve lost my place in this thunder
that tragic lightening struck
paper-clipping my worth together.

I need an exorcism done
to baptized my worried hands together
and into a pit of strangers I’d dive
un-bruised by bravado’s curses

I’d dive into circumstanced tidal wave

I the interpellator
lose
myself
I hail i
lose
this champion.