…No, you don’t want to know what it’s like? Yes, well, what a
witness saw should give pause (And a good reason to worry…).
But now you can’t get enough until the thrill is gone, you can’t
wait for more of these spice red orgasm beams, you can’t wait
to wade in toward a deep plunge into unimaginable loss to
look darkness in the eye where the thrill of the search for
beauty, for riches, for a rare view of heaven (a thrill for
everyone?) turns monsterish, and where the forest weeps,
evoking times past when we would speak through the long
night until the fires dimmed in the glow of dawn before
pulling back—now vividly watching how a wet angry
season of struggle leaves a legacy of joy.