Vision

My fingertips are holding
To some papers,
To some people,
I wish I could butter
All the wounds they cause me
And I love
With the quiet flame
Of ignorance.
There are times when
I can’t spin at all
My wheel of fortune,
It’s somewhere stuck
Between a love
And a cigarette.
And those sleepless
Hearts I hear
Beating in the dust
Can’t roll me over,
They’re buried
With their karma.
My lives are yet to come,
However,
Compressed into one tiny
Second of ecstasy –
In slow vibration,
The taste of a galaxy,
The taste of a lover,
Recall my waking vision
Of no streets,
No names,
No flowers,
Just the iron silence
And my soul.