By Pass
today is the day
when time and space
collapse into a
singularity
lying on the surgeon's table
etherized
getting ready for open heart surgery
"poetry is the
shortest distance to God"
the surgeon said, while installing
a wormhole in my
artery
that directly connects
to the bypass
"write, cry or just
being--
set free random
thoughts that are
in search of a monkey
mind
set free all the wildest
birds in flight
which were hanging on the
tail of a storm
stubbornly refusing to come in
out of the rain"
"and may you catch the flu" the surgeon says,
"of eternal infection of glee and jubilation."
I have a new heart.
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