giv'away

i can't give you ev'ry piece*

i need some reminder

some visual recollector

calling me Home

i am child of tangibles

the touchy-feely movement of life

it anchors the "not-enough"

it's ev'rything though not All

i need turn to Silence

 to Nothing hanging in the air

in doors beyond the sensate

to That to which all points 

i need 

i need - blindness

to pass ev'ry need and gadget

  ev'ry madness of addictions

ev'ry self-binding prison

barring me from Life

to gain myself again

and give myself away

to lay stretched before the Light

 in which the world proceeds:

there in that Void 

is where i need to flow

no, i can't give you ev'ry piece

i might then lose my soul 

*religious art

*Leper

i do not

touch  

nor am I

touched

by all that 

is

beyond my

grasp

*Jerry Schroeder, Cap.