Part Two
you had the deepest eyes
as a child
when you curiously looked
up at the sun
and restlessly wrote
the world’s greatest [poem
within your head
and your brothers
drinking the clear water
of the universe
wrote their words with
gold on sacred blue
later they sat beck
in the soft fat of their
glutted egis
& talked into eternity’ about the mysteries.
after the poetic-orgasim
you were still haunted
by some young girl’s face
a skull hovering in the
untouchable distance
you sat waiting
to meet those
hollow eyes
you sat & watched
your brothers leap
into imaginary suns
trying to grasp THAT