I feel my own fearlessness
In the presence of angels.
It feels like neutrality,
As if I could have anything
Happen at this moment,
In this moment.
All possibility is in this moment,
And any of it would be acceptable.
It is a strange choicelessness
That obscures desire.
I have known desire all my life.
Like a close second cousin living
At the center of my being,
A fourth eye to my longing.
It has been the hand of lack for me
All these years. And now it sits
Around the table in a cloud of smoke and
Argument, heated conversation.
In a mind gone to flowers, every one,
Learning has come to the land of Nod