Gods and monsters rage inside my head

a turpentine drunk

an orphaned moon drinks illumination.

You were right when you told me that life is a paradox

between saints and degenerates.

These visions came out of the blue,

no need for peyote or a pot of magic mushrooms,

my mind split as if by lighting piercing this self I know longer knew.

My soul shattered in two crying gibberish into a new dawn

with a fierce light burning away my false image

as the whole world screamed.

O’ brief exquisite, holy mad moment,

alive and dying- death and rebirth

whole Cosmoses

born and destroyed ,

multiple universes exploded before my eyes,

supernovas, whole constellations of new flowering frontiers ,

and I , well I had disappeared into THAT,

and the heart beat I heard was the heartbeat of the world.

Sweet revelation I was no longer separate and my body had turned

into fragments of divine wyrdness and my soul became an unchained

bird flying high above the firmament of my feverish mind,

and as I stood there I knew I was forgiven ,

forgiven for every goddamn thing I ever did, forgiven

for daring to think this I even mattered,

I had no more currency just like a Wall Street crash

worthless I was free to roam, no longer was I chained

to this wheel of constant becoming, and in an instant,

I became my wounded angel’s grace.