Divine Madness
I felt the ebbing away of the light till the light was no more A monkey crouching in a shade The rain falling heavily like lashings on my small, terrible heart And, I, a libertine, could not save it I do not save anything at all While you "suffer like a little kingdom the nature of an insurrection" I possess no vocabulary to describe what I actually feel My eyes are vast storehouses Of peculiar, sententious, figures These do not see memories calling them out from the crevices Nor do they see the mechanical chirrupings of ritual that galls Often I am asked, what would I trade, death or shame? And often I tell them that the madness you preach, is no longer divine You wouldn't have any divination from me! My love, If anywhere, we can meet We can possibly meet here Where I describe a thought by the essence of its smell And you draw it like carvings on the chapped skin of your knotty legs. Maybe someday, we'...
