no magic.

if so, i will live
as a laughing ghost -
never touching
anything.

not transcendent but transparent.
not elevated, but with levity.
not unattached but detached.
not enlightened but illuminated -
to be eliminated.

in this way
there is no fear -
no cry
for no hurt -
no sorrow
for no loss.

how heavy i feel, now -
how full.

i know
i am
all empty space.

in the history
of the universe,
matter is negligible.
it is the exception.
reality is untouched.

how long it has been
since i have been
hungry.

this way of satiation
holds no satisfaction.

not a wish.
may i be a glimpse
in flight past vision
to the outside
of the periphery
of a sidelong glance.

the sky awakened
was in silence held -
was exhaled,
a trace travels
in your blood.

iconimago