Many of us saw the light.

It blew our eyes out.

We saw nothing else

for a long time.

There must have been

some other gods, some

other shade of reality.

I remember the fire escape

glinting out beyond

my tin of baseball cards.

That was in the holy place,

the place of money exchanges.

Weeping and strange

movements of tongues

as the golden dishes of cash

were passed and pocket lint

was turned to alchemical silver.

I was pulverized by the light,

and left behind with the light

for a long time, long enough

to fuck with the light.

I learned.  The light had turned

me into darkness burned.