There is a suddenly

That is traced to a prayer

An offer not graced in compromise

I wait for the suggestion

Rapt at attention

I observe, I absolve

Every emotion rehearsed

There are plains, persistent ways

Of keeping me centered on the medium of grey

Have you heard every word spoken?

Or have seen it from the end?

I am not shaken

Just a little of me is lost,

No matter which way

The grazing light gives alms

Infused by belief

I fell into fortune

Amassed by the query

 A brush fire

Tempting loose circles

Bending, chasing

Into focus

Where everything is

And nothing escapes me,

Suddenly