when i was illuminated and drank the poison of your rage

there is a poem i wrote tonight that i will not put here, but if you seek it you will find it.

instead:

dated 4/24/07:

"the illumination"

but now that i -
hope-bandaged
and imminently departed so -
sit and think upon
what heights
i thought i had
swam to, i realize,
i see -
i am not clearly as
opaque
as i was once fooled to be,
for the reason of my
earthquakes
leaks out of my skin
in every atomic assembly
of my ripe and
unplucked soul
and becomes all but
someone else -
roots that grown
upside-down into the
shade
and wings that kept us
floating -
we returned, inebriated all
with age and the whips
of time -
for then now
and furthermore our past becomes
everything,
our present becomes
nothing but electronic
dust
that unfolds its way
into an inverse future where
in going forwards,
we are only propelled
backwards
into the dark
of the sun:

And thus, with the sad
song of my heart
patronizing the soul of the
universe,
(dark as water)
i am illuminated:

nothing is bearable.

--

now we can all understand the lightness of everything.