OUT FOR

OUT FOR

out in left field

flinging myself about
trying to snatch that ball

out of thin air
before it fall to ground

cracks the Earth open
ruptures its molten core

all those boiling secrets
about to divulge

and so harping on this
as the laws of physics
(as I
    understand them)
run out of bounds

deep state
      deep metaphor

so much reckless slugging
out on the base
               as if hole
in one destined to fix everything

fate pitching crazy
        curved ball, fast ball

steaming in
    aiming low at the plate

                         crowd (same
as before with
same gladiatorial gusto)

want it
    out of bounds, out
the park

out for revenge, so
out of
hand

sensing a shift in momentum
sea change
    
        and thus
out for blood