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