Kevin Henning - Spark Ghazal

The wires collide and generate a bright yellow glow. The beginning of a spark,

Suddenly, time again appears, ticking unyielding metal hands, to combat spark.

The daydreams of a right, bright, young man, blasted away through a hammer-forged barrel.

In the time where he, swamped in sludge, pleads for a glow. That man is denied by that spark.

Flings of thought coming and leaving, noses deep in life, seeking for that unique sight.

Repetition, reclusion, recession, and once in lifetimes, the dazzling spark.

It’s kept fathers up at night, their crippling bodies ensnared in polyester.

Pondering about legacy, wondering if they will have a frazzling spark.

To recognize that light for the first time, in setting, in self, in soul, in science.

New eyes set on a fantastical journey of seeing the first, then latest spark.

Spontaneous roars in the vast void, like a chain of light, all across the cosmos.

Each chain now points toward you, Kevin, for it is the time to forge the faintest spark.