From Walter...

Hi Friends,

Walter posted this piece as a comment a few posts back (Spring (and Winter)), and not all of you may have read it, so I decided to post it for all to read. It's really lovely, Walter, and thank you.
Kip


Plucked out of life,
the straining flow.
This will be your
particular trial.
Not a numbing or deadening down,
nor terror known.
A foreign chemistry thrust perforce,
a tarry bolus through silver sliver.
Writhe alive with sculpted pain
searing pulse from vein to vein.
Body's skin cannot contain
the immolating fire.
Flaming drops from lashless lids
burn again again again.
Over the chemistry,
under the knife
cocoon yourself as best you can,
silk to separate
the world from you.
Til an entourage of fireflies
that glow a little
each time they touch you
eases you from purgatory
lifting lightly, you emerge
wholly holy, a heavenly creature
tenderly embracing change.

Love, Walter