I've crumbled your

letter and tossed it,
.
smoothed its stubborn

creases to place it at

the feet of Nataraja.

watched daylight live into

the folds while leaving

them at nightime.

my impulse is to destroy,

I've approached your

letter in that way many

a time.

I can't bring myself to

do it, and that tells me something out

of nothing--that I need to know.

but when I consign

it to flames it will be

forever.

a single soul come

together to face

the faceless face of

extinction.

the mind will dissolve

its flesh, to deny itself

the most glorious touch.