My
brain too long has had the sound
and
shape and nerve
of
breathless requiems.
I
want to feel my own rebirth
in
time and space come throbbing through
the
tips of each finger,
flooding
my dry veins with rich green sap
and
giving me new sight
to
every sense;
making
me whole again.
I
want to feel my spirit as before
rippling
with joy
and
dancing through my skull
so
that, merged in adoration with my soul,
I
may once more have that power
to
fill my cup of life and love
and
find this consummation
in
her arms.