Bursts of rapture all of us, wandering around in our mundanity.
You, me. The suffering billions who breathe.
We began as points of light, of delirium conceived from irrationality from magnetic moments of hedonism from those reckless, frenzied minutes the rocking trance, intoxication of eyes from rough and sweet hysteria from the eager meeting of our parents’ bodies in guttural rhapsody. Sparks of barbarous love, each of us, a miracle.
