Watching
myself,
walking
out of a blind spot
and
seeing myself crossing into another.
I
am still clutching
at
a small piece of battered collective spirit.
I
am ripping it open
with
my teeth in crusty resentment,
now
letting the rage pour in and out of me,
the
debasing dribble down the front of me
as
one pass, swift blade.
Denial
as my tongue is forming
an
unembraceable language,
defying
the direct God experience as vapid
but
somehow is also of everlasting light,
which
is now shining down on my body.
Then
by some befuddling means from beyond,
my
spirit is sweating through to me,
giving
me the ganglia tissues of love’s afterlife.
Here
is this light with no rules,
although
trauma is surefooted anchoring me
in
reality’s dinghy,
yet
surprisingly bobbing with positive laughter.
With
tremor and surprise I am lifted in my gut
to
an orphaning sick smile.
There
is negative grin
on
my disfigured childlike face that nobody loves,
yet
basking in everlasting light,
bound
and gagged by the hands of time
now
somewhat creshendo applauding.
What
is left of me is timeless churning
as
I am now a slow melt somehow knowing.
A
knowing that only breath touches heaven,
even
if emotionally exhausted as if empty stone . . .
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