INSPIRATION

I smitten me down with

a thunderbolt that deafens,

Hearing not all other calls

than this lightening fast idea that

now rocks me to the bottom.

This one spot of light

That now shines bright from this blacked out stage,

Bestows its urgency upon me and

hastily beckons me to its calling.

All other calls, secondary but become,

And I, smitten down by

a thunderbolt in a haste post haste,

Are lost in this but a single spotlight of inspiration

That now I hold.

Until the logical conclusion come,

Prisoner to it shall I be,

Of it but an inspiration.

                                            Opolot Simon