It May Be Described

​It may be described
(if it may be described)
As pain, or strain,
An elixir imbibed,

The tearing away
Of the mind from the flesh
Where the bond is alive,
Sensitive and fresh,

To a planet that is pale
And noble and pure,
Where the soul walks freely
Through an open door

And it may be described
(for it may be described)
As peace and flight,
As an elixir imbibed,

These pangs of love
When you wish to create,
Lead to its sights
That levitate,

And the scraping of skin
And blind, dark guessing,
And clumsy intent
Will lead to blessing


“Enlightened” lozenges
Without any ache,
Lose the light of the morning
And crack and break.