Catalyst

What luck! A white rabbit beast has graced my lawn;

While lost, my hand, drags nervously among the grass-

I give its contents to the fresh teeth of my new talisman

And he leaves his burrow to bestow a secret:

“Life is not ringing loud enough,” his lisp declares;

“We must break free of your arms-

 Embrace the plethora of cathartic conversation 

You refuse to believe you can demand.” 

Thus, I leave the church, this first time;

I leave the yard where I cannot sleep!

I watch the rabbits gaze of empathy; the clock timing all that I just lost- 

The rewards of my way home are plotted carefully

In heavy footsteps through bloody yards.

Synchronicity! I left a message for the other side. I will become the person 

My rabbit wants me to be.