Beyond the utterance
Of eternal pain
That room of reeking
Theories, oppositions, refrain
Can you be my prophet
Can you can you
Teach me life?
Can you beyond
Mindfulness, Meditation, models
Procure a balm to
Heal and feel, but never reveal
From my silence
Drink my poisonrage
Neelakanth1 will you be?
Will you be me
Yet preserve me
Love me lick me
Reinstate my fifth year’s dignity
To knowing bring meaning
Carry me in a palaquin
With my boulder up the summit
Day after day after day
Will you crave and cower
At my sharded reelditty
Rice, river, flower, voice
All return to me
My body yes, my body too
Beyond masks, morsel, morale
Can you see me?
HA. HA. HA. HA. HA.
Nothing! Nothing!
It made a nothing
A scroll of doom
Cite no one
ii am citations enough
Leave the scripture to the devil
Else let me be
Whereto whereto
Must ii run
Which river will drink me?
What stream so holy?
Take my name away from me
Or will you be my soil, Goodwiller
Be my mother
And embrace me
Like the pain of the menses
They say ii am a nonexistent disease.
1 Refers to the episode of Samundra Manthan in Hindu Mythology, in which Shiva drinks the poison which is a by-product of the process of obtaining elixir. His throat becomes blue and hence the name Neelakanth (the one with a blue throat).
