often we must settle       as a person must

for not knowing               much of anything

the only way                     to know anything       in life

is via an autopsy

ignorance as mystery    mystery as faith

faith as food                       food as sex

sex as love                         love as hate       hate as trancendence

amid the laughter         

and the light     

a joyful airy me      

watches

as hell becomes

my religion

religion?

or just a complicated math problem

or is this

in fact

just       a complication       from another bout       of springtime crazies

dancing aound my edges

oddity creates       the dance hall       and constellations

eccentricity becomes       uniqueness

preparing me

for death

again