Hallelujah in the dark, hallelujah as it sings from every flicker of every naked bulb.
Hallelujah for the 60 watts of clarity, hallelujah for the endless chiaroscuro.
Hallelujah in the highest, which my head bumps into
if I do not stoop too low.
Bright spots danced down from my eyes, across my fingers,
and they wet the dry, black powder of the shadows,
the shadows that traced swinging words.
God, write more with this torrential bursting forth,
God, drown some uncertainties in the rippling hardwood!
God, let the planks grow some new leaves;
so old, so dry, do they even remember?
God, let them twine through my nostrils,
let them encircle my wrists and cradle my neck,
and let them flower lotus blooms between my legs,
naked in the dark, revealed.
Take me back to the beginning,
give me back to me, to You, to Om;
oh hallelujah, save our souls!
The planks rend and the soul blossoms.