the age of enlightenment

the first time i went crazy
I thought it was enlightenment
the journey of the heart painfully slow
in response to the mind,
the world passes
in a cosmic blurr, the formation fo birds
a random letter from another continent,
a distant shore, and the defining
moments of first kissing starlight
the blue tar of autumn, the crisp leaves
the vacation on a lake, befor you could swim
the dented halo of perfection
after a while you stop trying to keep track
let the constellations label themsleves
let each appetite find it's secret enumertation
let the dream expand heavenward, until
the actions of this body eclipse the sun