Self Rune

A child to chocolate
I taste
an abundant
moment of reality

I stop
and decide to die

I implode
into a mind wormhole
where the mindless benumbing
fantasy flights
dream seas
star fires
childhood fragments
noises no more

A moment of nothing
a gift of the present
a presence
desascends up down around
and through
the raw

O Momma O Papa O Bye Bye
a cosmic iron ore orphan am I

I alone I a one
a self in ruin -
a shiver
of blood
a quiver of breath