too little, and you're an idiot
to many, and you're paranoid
but feeling them all at once,
I lay on the floor resplendent
exploded in desolate happiness
my mind a blade's edge
radiant between rapture and despair
at the daily mysteries
that make and un-make
these luminous webs I build
from my head into the air
looping always back again
into my skull
tangling my eyes
dazzling and crystalline
immobile immaculate
weight of creation
that makes me un-made daily
