Bliss

The perfect soul to
catch eternity as she passed,
to lose everything I need and hold everything
I ever wanted --

I take it apart, piece by piece by piece,
childhood hatred my lot in the end, trying to learn
each touch, each turn of the head, each step
to greatness, to wonder, to
worship.

Stare. Life takes this.
The raven carries it in her wings,
the sunset throws it lavishly away,
even worms feed on it like bread.
Here am I, with my books and my pen and
my self-made teachers, following,
yet all I ever learn is that what I see isn't
what I get.