i.

In accidental spotlight, tumbling to trembling
     knees, I feel conviction bleed as red earth buries
     fiction, covering me in lies heaven’s sighing

     thick when angels’ hidden natures come out eyeing
     my soul for a little danger, taking their time
     in accidental spotlight, tumbling to trembling

     foot my heavy head they trample in turns, taking
     from me by force my burning vision, prophecy’s
     fiction, covering me in lies heaven’s sighing.

Words scorched by deviant orbs torching, resembling
     sparks of genius, yet deceiving us when we meet
     in accidental spotlight, tumbling to trembling

     in a matter of minutes tall efforts, ending
     what my iron will hammered out, their evil bleeds
     fiction, covering me in lies heaven’s sighing

     when in doubt of all the gifts it sent me, killing
     off what we do with what I won’t, those poets creep
     in accidental spotlight, tumbling to trembling
     fiction, covering me in lies heaven’s sighing.

                         ii.

For what it’s worth, gold tossed in the heart’s furnace rings
     less true to fire worshippers who find worthless these
     burning verses turning silver tongues to writing,

     buying none of it, finding it worthwhile to bring
     upon their metal hearths the trouble just to see
     for what it’s worth, gold tossed in the heart’s furnace, rings

     of old tried by desire, tested to form bonds string
     undone cannot confound, not when it’s centuries
     burning verses turning silver tongues to writing.

Battle cries of mercenary angels falling
     deafen mercilessly all prayers I try to scream;
     for what it’s worth, gold tossed in the heart’s furnace rings

     louder than anything I could chirp, their flying
     drowns out ev’ry bar I spit, dropping bombs freely,
     burning verses, turning silver tongues to writing

     as if to lead readers on, to keep them guessing
     whose song it is beseeching them these words to read;
     for what it’s worth, gold tossed in the heart’s furnace rings,
     burning verses, turning silver tongues to writing.