I want to be broke open,
Bubbly, sad.
I want to bumble about.
I want uncertainty.
I want to blab, cock-eyed.
I want to spiral away, unthinking, un-asking.
I want to drool.
I want to cascade into voids of forever nothingness.
I want terror,
Honesty and terror.
I want to taste my own dusty-faced tears, I want to hear the pounding hearts of others.
I want to free myself, gush myself.
I want to cry to the cosmos, singing.
I want to be naked again.
Let me wander wordlessly.
Let me stretch in joyous exhalations.
Let me sigh my infinite unknowingness to the whirling, swirling winds.
Let me wine and dine the infinite in naive alchemy.
Let me not know the names of plants, of cities, Oceans, friends.
Let me float imperfectly through the eyes of every open stranger.
Let me laugh at myself, gasping.
Break me free, O Lord,
And cast me adrift upon the screaming darkness, That I might know nothing, And see everything, And be silent in the presence of an ageless, endless wonder.