I cannot identify
what high I am on ever
anymore
these days
So much more immaculate
The same, in some ways
Different, though
More caustic
More triumph
More friends again
For so long, so empty
So full of shit, yet so believable
I was getting good at becoming chameleon-like
Still, the waters
in the depths
of the well
I draw the liquid up inside of me
to drink
to share
to serve
vitality
Sanctified glory becomes
just plain being
Seeing everything
intense
infinite
terrifying
sort of
No, not really
Just, wow!
Something unidentifiable, maybe
Perhaps
Maybe not
Forgotten melodies remind me each moment of all my responsibilities
As a man
As a woman
As a friend
As a child of The God and Goddess
A fragment of the whole, shimmering
glistening, blindingly
Familiar clarity
of who
of what
of when
of how
of energy that has been manipulated
Laying the eggs that are then incubated
hatched, almost immediately
Attached to anything
everything
nothing
time
space
continuity....
8/26/2007