Richard Louis Desormeaux Cox


Visualise what my insecurities told me,
peering over, faltering on edge,
lost at sea, gambling game of lottery.
Murphy's chance and you'll survive strikes home clarity.

Cant you see?
We are what we are naturally,
abandoned? Unchangeable? Possibility!?
Shout it! Scream it! Sing it baby!
Wanton but still leaping unto eternity.