May 12, 2001

  • ...something, just something


    no need to be tripping
    as I sink inside:
    bullets of awareness
    as vagrant as cosmic rays
    pierce my armored veil of ignorance
    and I begin to die of enlightenment.


    i never thought it would be this way:
    one by one like noah’s ark sliced in half
    each thought slipping in,
    ticking, then slipping out again.
    like the drip of a faucet on a sleepless night:
    each moment resetting only to déjà vu again.


    the sinister side of the lurid life
    could never hold a candle, would never cast a shadow, they said,
    on this limbering lucidity hard-won in embracing ‘the truth’.
    so why do i, with my life now flashing before,
    see only the dark hues of those most forbidden moments
    when life truly invented itself?

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