Fire in the Brain
Children watch me run through the streets,
And wonder, what is it all about, my hurrying.
My eyes push forward,
Cause me to squint.
Then all at once I break into a smile.
And night after night in steady flow
Ideas collect, press fierce,
Hard against my brow.
The pressure makes for heat;
There is fire in the brain.
I hear words march with noise
Akin to soldiers' boots slapping on pavement.
I see your gaze upon me.
The beauty of your large brown eyes
Engulfs my neural circuitry.
Oh I smell wheat grass!
It's being blended with fresh strawberries and oranges.
I love the juices' heady odor,
When ever I breathe it in -
I am reminded of you.
We looked out the window.
We sat upon stools at a Formica bar,
A long, plate-glass window provided unobstructed view,
And we people watched the intersection,
Corners at avenue and street, the sidewalk before us,
They became our theater, and we agreed;
It was pleasant evening’s entertainment.
Pressed, cardboard cartons contained our suppers.
We ate our meals with plastic forks and knives;
The napkins were brown, recycled paper.
Believe me, no irony intended. Honest!
Every memory, every instant
My being with you, every occasion was lovely!
I shall die a happy man.
Die a happy man?
Here's my defense.
However I may wonder,
Whether ultimately I write fact or fiction.
Do I possess truth or fall to illusion?
I know that those two forces bind me,
As is the case with Siamese Twins,
Who are born to share common cerebrum.
In a language plain, common to us all,
Here I stand and bear witness,
Though that I am mere flesh and born to perish,
Spirit informs me and grants me friends,
Friends who are awaiting worship,
And friends of friends who celebrate the light,
A priesthood of all believers who patiently gather
Filling the rows of benches in the meeting hall.
And one by one this church affirms a new covenant -
God is love and death has no power,
The kingdom lives within us, our souls eternal.
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