Surprise

I am not in a blind panic, but more 
in a sighted one, something that’s akin
to visionary ecstasy that leaves
me outside myself as kernel from husk

after midnight I’m writing on the floor,
seated, supported from within, not by
any guile of my own but by something else
that shuns both any naming or shaming

dark Adamic ploy has now run its course
what I…