everyday wishing for a Solomon
wanting any way David, not goliath
instead stumbling over hastily drawn lines
secure in little except godlessness
adversary nameless
prize indistinct
hastily thrown up defenses
hunkering under the fusillade
blurry shadows
unaffected by sunlight
unconnected to feet
follow just the same
spurious movements
undetected by even close observation
unadjusted for momentum
catch me off guard
weakened by adversity
pitiful by comparison to my foes
losing all twelve rounds again
yet still standing