I learned my ABC's and read the secrets.
Words like puzzle pieces showed me truth's
that Gods never thought we'd understand.
I found poetry at world's darkest edge
when flying too close to her boiling sun
at midnight in my blind blank black heart.
Ginsberg told of his generation's addiction
crawling at dawn to find their needed fix
what rough beasts, their hour comes due
slouches towards our Bethlehem
to deliver the final crucifixion.