Wheat of Panic
If
ever there were a way to yield to it I would-
I would grow mellow and sure with it- I would-
solemn as these long days breed stillness, I would force
levers in cars, sidecars, elevator cars, I would, I would
I would, gluten, the wheat of panic, alone. All of it, I would.
Take me, I will let you. And I would. Lift your arms
in the air and wave your joyful hands above your head.
I would.