I.
The unbearable light
The infinite theorum
Behind an unburied passion
Is it fake light that cracks my skull?
Or the real stuff?
God knows I only want
the real stuff
Thoughts to when I was a child,
before there was a war in my head
Not particularly useful
Except to remember that there has been
quite a journey
II.
I fought my way
out of the belly of the beast
Pulled my body out
over his tongue, forced
open his jaw, squirmed
through his teeth
Now I don't even think
of those scars
They're just a part of who I am,
part of how I grew
like how my hair
grows in swirls
III.
Do not take me to be easily fooled
by a clever composition:
it is the wild night that sustains me
Do I want to be drawn forth by
carriages
of blood and fire? Sure. Better than a
corny-looking automobile
Better than accepting some
mass-produced fate
I want the fathomless depths
precariously under my feet
I want to fall into something
that has never been imagined
IV.
There is a soft light
in the night sky
it exists beyond love
beyond what humans call
eternity
Full of ancient principles
the earth spins and spawns
every degree of life
somewhere in the jungle
a predator waits quietly
for its prey
the light turns endlessly in the sky
human hearts fill with sorrow and joy
hands reach out for something to love
