RE-INCARNATE

The transitory bliss of gods stands alongside the wretchedness 
of animals as an object lesson to humans concerning the value of 
their own happiness.
	- David Lichter and Lawrence Epstein, 
	"Irony in Tibetan Notions of the Good Life"

I cannot recall a time
when I was not a god.
I was the storm-shadow
and the wind's voice,
the immutable, implicit shape
beneath the swell and fall of land.
I was the omphalos, and the arrow
of transfixing light,
the lamp blazing
in the dark garden of the zodiac.

Consummate and flawless
in the green morning of my godhood
I danced sure-footed on the high
guy-wires of the universe
and never felt in my ecstatic limbs
the subtle metamorphosis
of fire	to flesh.

Illusion is all.  Our songs soar
like shared hallucinations
into the great dark,
till, cosmic castrati, we perceive
the cruel joke of our divinity.
Beneath the breathless latitudes of space,
the long descending planes of spangled light,
there lies
the unimaginable abyss.

I flare
	and fade
fall like the dark heart
of an imploded star.

	 - Eileen Kernaghan

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