Inventing panaceas late last night,
I stumbled on a formula for life.
I mixed a wine glass with a paring knife,
And ended up with blood. My blood was quite
Remarkable, and red, so red it turned
The water in the bathtub red. I knew
What I was giving up, but tell me, who
Could choose mere comfort over the return
To blissful, everlasting peace? The sphere
That I inhabit now is full of us.
We’re angels, infants, stars. We’re numinous,
And hate the weight of words. We may appear
To you, as deja vu among the frozen foods,
Or on the highway in the form of deer
You almost kill before your speeding car–
There is eternal life. Damn, is it good.
~ Rafael Campo