am a mystic poet words mean more than expression to me
i swim past the lake into the ocean
rub my hands with the dust of evocation

am a mystic saint floating on a zephyr
close my eyes and watch the world aquire
desires, some untold lust burning with the fire

am a mystic reconciler hallucinating peace
they shred me to pieces and celebrate
they give them a holiday, pass me some dismay

am a mystic wanderer floats across shangrila
scorched by the demons and kissed by the angels
eclipsed sensitivity but immune to hate.