Having walked the tight rope…

Terrors and Pleasures of Levitation, No. 37, Aaron Siskind,1953

Within my blessed grief

I am,

being lost,

adrift on pinnacles

of diamond-ed pain.

The gulf between my mind

and butchered heart is filled

with a magnificent drumbeat

raining down.

My soul adores the slaughter, reveres the butcher,

rushes headlong down the mine shaft

that runs beneath my earth,

while I,

mole-like,

instinctively move forward

without sight or voice or fear.

I have nothing left

to fear,

having long ago

lost my way.