Very old, probably the most traditional thing I've ever written.

like a pawn in the queen's alley,
vulnerable,
I step out.

Wonders
never
cease.

a tiny ship in a raging sea,
tossed about
by my ponderings.

Wonders
never
cease.

a fledgeling's wings,
at first-flap,
tentative.

Wonders
never
cease.

words slicing silence
intruders,
in the crowd.

Wonders
never
cease. Wonders Never Cease.