Need to be wild.
Need it.

Like pouring Coltrane,
harsh winter rain,
sweet splitting pain,
need it.

Like an Ivan-ic Dane,
no knowledge of blame,
partly insane,
need it.

Upended shock in the late-night middle-of-the-lane-
dazzling encounters with God and shame,
need it.

needitneeditneedit until my soul can't believe it -

Flashes of brilliance, resplendent resilience, life-as-it-has-to-be diligence,
need it.

To follow a call that speaks with enough beauty to subdue me,
need it.

Need it.