Numbness Unraveling

I.
Like blindness,
it’s a not knowing.
You have a total sense of loss
for this loss of sense.
You’re incapable of seeing
the subtleties of shapes.
You can’t understand
colors, nor their many hues.
You’ve been made
disabled, dysfunctional, deprived.
How limited you must be, how
tethered. Despite best-laid plans,
you are not yet gone.
Leaving would leave you
lackluster at best, after
the hyperventilating, the panic
of the sightless, the despair
of the dependent, guiding you
into hysteria and hiccups.
Your useless eyes cry for the things you’ve seen.

II.
When life blows your mind –
your mind so turned on, so there,
you almost cannot take it.
The lights flicker,
the circuit breakers almost
overload.
Then, when you’re about to lose all
touch with reality, you let it
melt you, and it is warmth
and beauty and light and even enormity and it
is oh so good.
You sit with it for a moment,
cavorting in its creative
concepts of comfort,
languishing at its lounge –
enjoying a drink,
a smoke, a meal.

You’ve become languid,
limber, loose:
leapfrogging over Light,
waltzing with Whimsy,
betting on boorishness with Beauty.
You hit high homers halfway to Harrisburg, PA,
walking hand-in-hand with Homer and Humor.

You can see
starlight surround sorrow,
sucking the marrow from sad’s skeleton, stealing
sickness’ cities, stealing
cities you can see, and then
the cities see you
and the stars.

You see the stars speak,
watch their mouths move. With new sight,
the colors and their hues,
the shapes and their subtleties,
fascinate you so,
you ignore the noise, unaware
of the sentiment shared by stars, skeletons, and cities.

City tells Skeleton
that you’ve gained independence.
Starlight sees you’ve gained
radiance. Baby,
you’ve come a long way.

You never find out
what words their mouths made,
nor do you care.
Your senses go goofy,
develop in different directions
when one is better than another.
You knew what your new friends would say
long before they said it for themselves.

The first believer is always a beginner.
He hears it in the ether.
He embraces it in everywhere, in
always.
Actions speak louder than words.