luminous in the eye,
                            the budding innocence
anoints memory,
                   loosening the grip
of darkness,
                leading me out of lameness
into the talking light,
                               oracle in the absence.
o that the burden
                         of being would become
as light as light,
                          as free of memory,
that i become a light year
                                      in a distant cosmos
of consciousness,
                         unreachable by any telescope
of thought,
               sustained by the silence,
the emptiness once again
                                    abundant with mystery.