Tuesday, April 2, 2013


Petit Mort  

After the silent roar of
The cosmic climax,
After the flight to the depth
And the dive to the highest,
After the oneness with the light,
When all of existence stood still.

No headlines blared,
Television ignored the event.
No reviews were written,
Even the cat slept on.
No poems were dedicated,
The earth was unmoved.

After the petit-mort and
The neural explosion,
After we felt the origin of the universe
And all its secrets in spasming instants,
After all was revealed,
We turned over and went to sleep.
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