I have been to hell and back and let me tell you, it was wonderful
remember when you spoke to the crow
through the churning vortex
in the centre of your belly
remember
the rain that penetrated
the skin
and drove beneath the bones
remember
the misery
that burrowed
so deeply
into the marrow
of your bones it was
churned
into ecstatic joy
by the undulating
of your
atoms
remember
the tear
in the fabric of your life
that started in your late teens
ripping the universe apart
at the seams
throughout the course of your development
as a "human being"
remember
the ghosts that learned to speak
through the fissures
in your vocal chords
the blood stained fingers
the torn body
the broken guitar
the voiceless mouth
the mouthless tear
remember
when pain was a map
when dying was adventure
when sex
was dangerous
and meaningless
remember
the good old days
