Poem: Man of Many Thoughts and Dreams
To the man whose mind fires up each day like a jet-plane engine, power and chaos pulsating through the body, always daring to lift off -- to go somewhere else or fly higher still: And to the man who feels the intensity of each breath and heartbeat, who wakes up each day to two potions on the counter, both of which he must drink, one labeled "joy," the other "despair," each moment pulling him deeper into both life and death, light and dark, a liminal existence in the shadows: