Here is a splash of life’s marinade, a gift, a serenade A taste, a thimble of symbol and lore Drawn from the well of my soul, I conjure A brief tale to share, or a mayfly’s journey As a child and beyond, I always wondered What a bizarre condition, a perplexing affliction! Is no one else crazed, sincerely wondering What feverish inside-out farce is this life!? This decoction trickles through a curious mind Compulsively curious, intrepidly peering And weird, ever straying off the beaten track Curiosity is my burden, as it is my gift A visit to what I shouldn’t have seen, what couldn’t have been Leaving a wrecked chariot, awestruck with the impossible Lost at sea, only a gossamer thread of presence To keep the dragon of heinous annihilation at bay Upon the heaving, uncertain depths of darkness I dwelled Violent reeling and keeling, lost in patient torment Faithless, bereft beyond each present breath Still, inevitable calm did ensue, a most intimate grace The Day came, Sanity reared up as my new Faith On my lustful quest for Truth into the voiding chaos I found one magic rune: All is truly Miraculous The meaning of meaning, the value of value. The peace beyond understanding, ever attractive Impossible to truly know, but do you see? Seeing is believing, the magic of creation And miracles are the Order of the Day After all this, I find Yet another C-Beam Off the Shoulder of Orion More precious tears lost in rain We are altogether alone, yet all together all one After all this, I find A moon bewitched by the pointing finger The man with no head has everything to see All but the immaculate void After all this, I find I am the Demon With a Glass Hand An artifice of dreamed convictions, tidelike moods The most alluring intuitions; a program running And after all, this I find An endless finding, forever blinding Enlightening a potent non-ending The lying truth that is Existence