Glimpse

When I saw that golden javelin spearing over Grand Central Station I knew I was an apparition

The snakes were still harvesting under my skin and The Rolling Stones had finally died

Somewhere in Flatbush a baby hit the inside of a trash can and I was a gassed up flame thrower revving to melt the divine horizon

If you’ve ever had the feeling of running away from yourself only to run into yourself then you understand

I knew then, that time was a joke

I discovered the mystery of the black hole

I cried with the mother who lost her child

I learned the kindest thing I can do for you is walk with you in the sun

If I ever emerge… I will