cut loose before it gets late

if i had the guts or the talent this may have been the very night that masterpieces came through. the right song is here enough coffee had been consumed even dug up some crammy building in ryerson street in nyc. all's ready. all could be forgiven on a night like this one. all is out there. and outside seems so ordinary pitch dark but just usual and who ever knows in which kinda darkness that the best of best lurks when it gets late and people expect poems to flow through pages. on switch and an off switch. how much power do we possess? how many end up with broken backs as earth rolls down to god knows where. i know all god knows and maybe even more.