the epiphany will come to us one and all

stirring Her coffee
She predicted the weather
and laughed at the tornadoes above Her

"I only like the destruction
to see it all go down so that
you and God can rebuild it."

I still have no plan for
rebuilding the structure
with the tornado debris in my head

How could I ever
presume to rebuild this
the outside world can fend for its own

"You are the artist
I will give you inspiration
quiet and the epiphany will come"

together our lives will burn burn burn

anything but this
slowly sliding into dullness
where nothing matters and
I don't even see the spark in you

anything but this immersion
into an empty routine among
empty tedious words and people
I'm not done and waiting to rest

Come we will have a fire
sit around it and plot giant leaps
feel anticipation tingle and
together our lives will burn burn burn.