Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

deep things,
things down below my walking foot
that ne’er before awaken did,
are waking. Wiping soot
out from my eyes, blacker-wetter
- Don’t know why -
those lies unleashing – .
(Unleashed they fly!)
And though
they rip me at the Eye
at least my Mind’s revealed,
(O blackest light, O lightest black,
I empty now – of every sort
you’re taking, and the riddance is good).
This is why we like the suffering: it means
all gravity has aborted
as we get our Nothing back,
and flying up toward heaven’s sky we’re Nothing Left.

§1377 · August 14, 2014 · Berkeley-based, Writing & Language · · [Print]

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