AN OVERTURE TO ILLUMINATION
depth
they flock to me
because they know
I am a sort of ocean
full of depth —
I am water;
they come searching for deepness
they call for me — and tell me —
drown us in your wisdom,
let us tell you all our thoughts and all our philosophies
let us freeze you over in our abstract minds,
in our high regards;
and I — the ocean — find their desires so desperate
so human, but I am not human — I am water
and I wish to just evaporate, because I do not want to drench them
in the easy pickings that is depth for me,
Rather the volumes upon volumes of my spirit yearn to be whisked away by the wind
— they come to me, but I seek the freedom of the air
and in my bitter longing, I punish them all
(I become the ice with its soundless calls)
I’ll get you out of your cocoon and you’ll get me out of mine,
and we’ll open our wings and soar as butterflies.
Let’s talk about this savagery; I am just a broken breather that makes no time for anything but you;
so save me, save me God because I hear the Rapture is for the good only, and I have been good only.