It wasn’t what I intended to write, but it was time.
Mighty Socket
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
If you long to song don’t beat about it,
pick up a stick to believe in limewire.
Mighty socket, the ground beneath our
feet, and it gives us stuff to eat. Flick a
match to the wind, watch it catch and
burn, feel your blood boil, heart of
cosmic drum, around the flame sits
a prism of translucent hue, as a bird
carries a song you carry the clue.
Letters of Measure 