light and dark

by Donald Kuspit

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.