Since my one blush of cosmic consciousness
When I was just eighteen, spontaneous
And unprovoked, an ethereal caress
That made the Universe seem like an Us,
I’ve not felt such communion so intense,
But only warm reminders of that trance,
Just faded echoes in my lonesome soul,
Not visionary sight, merely a glance.
Yet even that serene epiphany
Sufficed to alter something in my brain,
One blissful opening to ecstasy
Of which but these faint vestiges remain.
Still, such a glimpse of what may lie beyond
Suggests my soul is a reflecting pond.