It’s a Good Thing…

It’s a still, small nothing vocal
That lingers in the regions of
The heart and what is close local
To that deepest gut whence comes love.

Where a burning swells and crunches
And melody plays in dark night,
One loses and runs with punches
Of outside duty’s dark flight.

Repent the wilderness waves out
Repent the ways you have dealt with
Repent, the sinister worlds confound
Repent then give a Judas kiss.