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

you

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.