Poetry

An early bloomer: 
you jumped on the otherside, 
of Milky Way, at night. 
 
Hearing the voices, 
from inside, 
becoming a Buddha. 
 
The semen, without light- 
sprouts, into a mad tree. 
Not normal. 
 
Starts walking at acute 
angle, randomly, 
for a cosmic, rare encounter. 
 
A severed hand 
writes the destiny of man 
who went wild.