Nudely Close All Doors

it wasn't easy, the way
i erased myself, part after part
trait after trait
i even erased my name.
i even erased my vagina.

there was no one to hate.
there was no one who did evil unto me.
through holes in the collective unconscious,
pure consciousness flowed into me.
it was a sexual splendour
like a spirit entering me
through the vulva of the mind
where suggestions, possibilities
yes/no plausibilities reside.

I could see things.
I could hear things.
it was as though i knew the patterns of corruption
that men used to suture families into a culture
i could see.
I could see that such patterns would pass away
in due time.
In people's eyes, I could see
what they were thinking.
They were drawing those images in their minds.
it was strange, very very
strange.

I found myself in the realm of myth
which tell you about
the patterns of the life of consciousness,
my pain was gone, far away past the moon's milky palace.

what is it about one's pain
that helps the blood flow
so that one can live off death?
there is no need to worry,
after all,
all things go back to God.

in the space between life and death,
i found my soul,
larger and greater than it once was.
small world the world
of opposites.