I would hope that you could

            Draw upon it on a moment’s notice

            At a time, perhaps, when you are

            Feeling that the world has crowded you

            Into a carapace

 

            And when the fruit and flower

            Of the full blown lies and semi-truths

            You whisper to yourself

            Decay too suddenly

 

            So that, at least, it may console

            Like a companion who will

            Slap you on the back and reassure you

            That the light is not an enemy

            No matter what it shows

 

            And with a touch of music

            On the inside out of every chosen word

            Confirm that there’s no pressing need

            For rhyme or reason –

 

            Nor a reason to despair

            Because you’ve erred