* * *

breathing in small drunken breaths,

Malkuth and Kether in Tiphareth,

pushed it out -

like Obi Wan . . .

so great nature nudged, ladders

that clattered,

a cowering clown underneath

“owered”

the crowded circle “wooered”,

and as a little boy caught my eye,

i smiled from ear--to--ear.