Cosmological Seduction

You get persuasive to yourself.

Pick a peck of passions, choose one, 

fuel its fumes then light a match

and lose yourself in its precision

of a conflagration: everything

is hot and clear: you are a seer –

in fact, so sure you know, you're

ready in the afterglow of all your

evidence to show it – say, today,

when, if you'd had your way

in conversation, you'd have

undermined and underlined: put forth

a personal cosmology made up

in equal parts of an ecstatic stun –

and something un: a terror, exaltation –

so intolerably harrowing that every

living thing must blast itself

to particles in face of it; a taste of it

could make God disbelieve in God.

The natural condition of the Universe

is orgasm, is what you would have

said, if in this conversation, you had

been the one who'd led. Maybe just

as well you weren't. The one to whom

you really hoped to tell this to

just left the room without a glance

at you – and stopped the current.

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