How happy am I, can I become, breathing
and breathing the life breath into an empty
form that few may understand and fewer still
may know firsthand? Happy, happy, O very
happy! Yea, happy as a cloud cirrus which,
having been blown on by summer winds
over sapphire seas exulting beyond yon
frondiferous mountain frolicking with verdure,
vanishes now without a…transfused in sheets
of solar light. God, crack your heart open!
And I will crack open mine, and together
we shall die, naked, you and I, swaddled
in the blood, each of the other, like twain
lovers entwined in reciprocal suicide,
laughing tears of eternal joy, each in the arms
of the other.
little big pine
Little Big Pine: citizen, patriot, poet; may be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.