From the heights above
region of utter (but momentary) silence
one spasm of current, one flick of expectation:
Thundering fingers of light
you yearn to reach high
succumb to every celestial impulse
explore paths in those veins of pain
fury and euphoric in blindness
closing in at last to fulfillment
near-annihilation by its sheer force
forsaken in its brilliance
as the chariot of doom
heralds the advent of change
Then, laugh, laugh in Olympic stride
and close your eyes to the Void inside
Beyond Language 