A last shot final phase
running on full glaze
a whirred out notion
tied up to the hilt
of guilt and smile–
let it rip run terrify
until the magnifier
loses its lens
a plastic handle
left in hand.
You’ve got this.
Keep it up on high
blow it out
make it magic
chase the rainmaker
and wave your withered
flag only when it’s
over on your own terms.