A Note about Project Poetry, Day XIII

Today, I'm going to do a reading of one of my own works. Figured I'd post it here first if you just want to read it and not sit through the video.

"When I First Learned The Truth"

When I first learned the truth,
I wasn't really sure how to react.
For sixteen years (give or take a lifetime),
I'd been completely unaware of my surroundings,
like a blind man trapped in a room of all-pervasive light.

Tears of joy stain the pages of this unbound book containing all the thoughts that I will never have.
Their impact is deafening,
shattering what remains of my already strained psyche.

For the first time, in a long time,
I see things for how they truly are.
With the reverent awe of a new-born child, I simply smile, and shake my head.

From the macro to the micro,
from the fleeting to the eternal,
all is one, and one is all.

My hair,
your skin,
our saccharine sweet sweat flowing down our intricately entwined bodies on to the freshly installed carpet.
These sensations are all new to me, vivid, and surreal.
I am finally alive.

Simply put,
When all is said, and all is done,
we are all, and we are none.

-Gregg E. Beckett, 2010