transit
to what you dont.
all the bliss you can take,
to the piercing pain you cant.
I am the transition that you -
have so often been through.
from the breath you cried first,
to the knell you heard last.
Oct 1 2002
"Men have called me mad but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence--whether much that is glorious; whether all that is profound--does not spring from disease of thought, from moods of mind exalted at the expense of general intellect." Edgar Allan Poe