The Plenary

Ideas are rattled like mumbled prayers,
thoughtfully thoughtless,
terrifying in their squareness,
coffee-tone handshakes,
garrisoned moderates elaborate their will
together, with visible jest,
hustling terminology and any quest,
into pardonable sentences,
my legs stand frozen,
until i hear a voice,
“wow! he is coming, too!”
I know now, the messiah
is rotund and,
revolution is a jibe in the jungle of journals!