THE OPENING

I came to the opening

laid my inner most self on the alter and sacrificed myself

i picked through the remains, drew diagrams for god

swallowing hard the bones that were left over

it came to me in a dream

blackness was an inner peace

i thought i understood the complexity of god

given images, so i can see, intangible to my infinite state of thoughts

forms merging, colliding, interweaving, intrinsic with one another

bright images of bursting suns

scatter remains of worlds that died with not knowing the sense of oneself

particles, sub--particles mixing becoming something new

i knew nothing of this cosmic dance, but i craved to witness more

then my mind shut down,and i was left in a void

i wanted to expand my mind to understand more than my own existence

i was brought back to realityand the task at hand

CAK 7/1997

I DID NOT KNOW THAT THIS WAS ABOUT MR.SALT UNTIL YEARS LATER I WAS GOING THROUGH MY NOTEBOOKS AND READ THIS ONE THAT I FORGOTTEN ABOUT MOST OF THE TIME IF I REREAD ONE OF MY POEMS I KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING WHERE I WAS BUT WITH THIS ONE I HONSTLY DIDN'T REMEMBER IT AT ALL. I KNEW I WROTE IT HENCE IT WAS IN MY " OH MY GOD I CANNOT READ THIS ' HANDWRITING BUT GOING THROUGH IT AGAIN IT FELT I WROTE IT WITH SALT IN MIND.