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FIRE IN THE BRAIN
Children
watch me run through the streets,
And
wonder, what is it all about, my hurrying.
My
eyes push forward,
Cause
me to squint.
Then
all at once I break into a smile.
And
night after night in steady flow
Ideas
collect, press fierce,
Hard
against my brow.
The
pressure makes for heat;
There
is fire in the brain.
I
hear words march with noise
Akin
to soldiers' boots slapping on pavement.
I
see your gaze upon me.
The
beauty of your large brown eyes
Engulfs
my neural circuitry.
Oh
I smell wheat grass!
It's
being blended with fresh strawberries and oranges.
I
love the juices' heady odor,
When
ever I breathe it in --
I
am reminded of you.
We
looked out the window.
We
sat upon stools at a Formica bar,
A
long, plate-glass window provided unobstructed view,
And
we people watched the intersection,
Corners
at avenue and street, the sidewalk before us,
They
became our theater, and we agreed;
It
was pleasant evening’s entertainment.
Pressed,
cardboard cartons contained our suppers.
We
ate our meals with plastic forks and knives;
The
napkins were brown, recycled paper.
Believe
me, no irony intended. Honest!
Every
memory, every instant
My
being with you, every occasion was lovely!
I
shall die a happy man.
Die
a happy man?
Here's
my defense.
However
I may wonder,
Whether
ultimately I write fact or fiction.
Do
I possess truth or fall to illusion?
I
know that those two forces bind me,
As
is the case with Siamese Twins,
Who
are born to share common cerebrum.
In
a language plain, common to us all,
Here
I stand and bear witness,
Though
that I am flesh and born to perish,
Spirit
informs me and grants me friends,
Friends
who are awaiting worship,
And
friends of friends who celebrate the light,
A
priesthood of all believers who patiently gathers
Filling
the rows of benches in the meeting hall.
And
one by one this church affirms a new covenant --
God
is love and death has no power,
The
kingdom lives within us, our souls immortal.
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