like a song bouncing in full
like notes off empty echoes
and lingering in the absence
of absence, like a pack of dogs
howling at night and calling
up ghosts, the fire of love and death
flaming my intoxication, joining the
divine like madness
that melody of moving
stillness, no thought escapes
let me adulterate every
chaste thought of you
as one who sees the saint
before sunrise, and calls
her a sinner
let it be seen square on
how madness beats a heart
into action, what strength
to grasp the truth, I command
my every step aware, lest
the shit clings
Tags: 2007, Arunachalla, illusion, india, infatuation, self awareness, tarot, truth
