like crystal
July 3rd, 2002Everything makes
sense this morning.
I am Ethereal.
I am Euphoric.
I am Transcendent.
I am the Catholic school boy
who just walked
out of his first confession;
a little confused,
a little excited,
and very light chested.
I am the college freshman
who just learned about a story
that was found in the mid 1800's
in the ruins of the
great library at Nineveh
and now she's ready to explore,
wanting to learn, hoping to find
peace in her new knowledge,
and wishing she were free.
I am the Man in his late-twenties
whose request of marriage
was just accepted by
the woman he loves.
I am the 90 year-old man
who has been breathing
from an oxygen tank
for the last 15 years,
now lying on his death bed
and ready to go.
