I’ve eaten in the bodies

of all beings, in all

the mindless minds.


I brave starvation

of the finest wines

to catalogue

my criminals

or kings.

I brave loose ends of

an infinite apocalypse to bring

to you



my useless news.


And yet--


cheaper than money and more dear than praise:


the tone, the scent

the touch, the taste--


in cataracts peeled, the blaze.