Poem-- Today You Will Be With Me In Paradise

* I wrote this poem in the Spring of 2009. It later was published in the MSU literary publication "Read This".

Today You Will Be With Me In Paradise



I.

I plunge a metallic screw
into the swollen cork
like performing rough surgery
on a bloated cadaver.
I am a human spirit,
wielding divine instruments,
waking my consummate body
from a deep slumber,
for the soul is not dead
but sleeping.
The world tips upside down
and the invaded capillary canal
spills out,
~glug~
~glug~
~glug~
paints my glassy eye
opaque.

Who was Eve?
She who held humanity in her hands
and dented its soft skin with her earthen fingers.

II.

riverrun red
on my lips
to my cavern throat
and bursts warm landscapes
from narrow chinks.
through an empty glass
i pluck elaborate rushes
but they quickly wilt
and the prettiest are always further
so i think in years
looooooong and lofty
until i see
Everything.

Who was Eve?
She who took the first bite, unveiled infinity,
and gazed upon it with her minds eye.

III.

I wake up outside
under the midday sun,
sweat on my face,
surrounded by
empty peels
of a fruit
idontknowitsname.
My feet feel a little torn.
I have never stepped barefoot on rocks before.

Who was Eve?
She who felt the pangs of Psyche’s birth,
and nurses her despite thorns and thistles of a harsh world.

When the young eyes open to watch the whole of creation consumed
they will see no Omega.