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10/26/10 - (2)
A Higher State of Mind
Tonight, I'm absolutely certain that I'm out of my mind's mind, Though I can hardly begin to assay just why, Other than that, out the clear-blue through-a-glass-darkly sky (Which I inherited from San Juan de la Cruz, Whose "la noche oscura del alma" illuminated my inchoate intellect, Lo those oh-so-many-years-of-my-formal-education-days ago, When, at the sacred altars of Ivy Academe, I worshiped, sacrificed my precious time to, the Deity on high),
Bolts of God-driven lightning and volleys of ungodly thunder Are assailing my psyche, my ferocious ego's fortress, Behind whose breachable walls I cower for my life, my mind, Hoping to write myself out of this storm, As I have all others, from decade to year to second to breath, Believing that, once again, just by poeticizing my ideas, emotions, I'll be able to hurl the lightning, heave the thunder, back to God — My words a brainstorm that might send Him out of His mind's mind.
10/26/10 - (2)
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