Keep Getting Poem by GRANT FRASER

Like a snapshot
of negative thought
hanging by a thread
of frayed trust

The world knows
how to go to work,
can drag itself out of bed,

As it converges
with itself,
at most,
between a plate of cereal
or a mouth of toast,
it's a secular
momentum,
awaiting
some divine intervention;

A pink moon on the back
of a spoon,
with a gossamer milk wash,

You can't get human enough,
and reverse or rehearse the
flesh pink moment
of thought flying open...
- the free token, of true devotion,
before it turns out -

back to front

wrong? (I don't know)

it's a battle, I tell ya!