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That space

Where thought faithfully seeks its physical face

Where sound bounces blindly

images merge viciously

Where spirit yearns to soar freely

in a boundless land

Where words crave an exquisite sentence

Where beauty and sadness

hatred and shamefulness

orchestrated into a thundering waterfall

roaring down to the bottom

of the valley of the soul

Timeless, shapeless

Almost free at last

I died in that space, once or twice

(How I long for that death!)

Heart-splitting ecstasy

Most comforting

The angel and devil in one face, gave me

the sweetest poison I’ve ever tasted

I surrendered to my fear

I swirled like falling leaves

I trembled like a dancing string

I am haunted

June 11, 1996

My first English poem