as i strove
with animal intent
keen on releasing my kundalini
energy
into the night
once again,
shot through a void
darker and deeper
than any i’ve felt before
a single thought occurred
to me seemingly
out of the blue
and surely just as fleeting
(like the rest) —
that all this striving and beating
of mythical wings
(no matter how ornate)
is but a vain attempt
to leave a mark
(one way
or the next?)
which simply implies,
in the final scope
of things or seen from some divine
point of view, an emptiness
we hope desperately
to have filled.
