Caught in the electric winds of love
where the storm ignites the body’s forgotten chasms
the spirit eddies in its white hot currents
and the glowing embers of time are left
to rot in the fermenting sun.
Here humanity’s teeming ocean has been discovered
where love and hate flow jealously through sleepy curtains
the haze of intoxication is motionless
and nothing is safe from the chains of eternity.
I have felt the countless silences at dawn
in the spectral shadows where the mystics chant
the blue waltzes and the red mantra of Love
and thought plays the fool for the heart to ignore.
Arrogant youth, asleep within the cages of the zoo
your childhood has lost the key to the soul
it thrashes within its warehouse nightmares
enslaved to the irrational chains of malady
which flow from the infirm minds of the seasick.
I am leaving to find life’s golden meadow
hidden in front of the opaque destinies
that were written in water by innocence
and will be swept into the infinite by fire.
There is no secret window
the words were twisted by men in decaying rooms.
There is no secret window
the pauper glimpsed a fragment of his own sublimity.
There is no secret window but the prism of the iris
that sees into the buzzing light
and cannot touch the darkness.