I am here, because I
Create with forbidden words:
G-d,
Soul,
Love,
Eternity,
Heaven,
Hell,
Infinity,
Purgatory,
Resurrection,
Beauty,
Justice,
Redemption,
And…

I am here,
in my underground cell,
condemned by the grandeur of my words.

I am here,
below the Earth,
in darkness,
sitting with unbearable anguish,
but still,
surrounded by grand words,
visionary phrases,
apocalyptic statements,
dancing in my brain.

I am here,
giving birth,
to a magical universe,
and in particular, a metamorphosis:

Look:
a scorpion crawls up my legs,
sometimes touching raw skin,
seeking something it can’t identify;

a confused rat scurries
around in a circle
within the square cell,
perhaps guided by a shattered brain,
a limbic system gone awry;

a rattlesnake slithers across
our boxlike prison,
crushing a minuscule moth hiding in the corner,
discovered accidentally by a thrashing tail,
seeking nothing in particular.

Yet suddenly,
the scorpion crawls up my torso,
discovers my face, and finds my tight lips.
It kisses me, its touch as soft as a zephyr.
Harmony!

Unexpectedly, the confused rat stops,
escapes from its circle,
scurries to my feet, and journeys to the top of my head.
Like the king’s crown, it sits perched on my head.
Harmony!

Momentarily, the snake slithers toward me, and encircles my torso.
It does not crush me. It holds me. I feel its protective layers.
I am loved!
Harmony!

Miraculously, the crushed moth moves.
And magically, it becomes two gold butterflies.
They fly to me, landing on each eyelid.
Blessing my vision!
Harmony!
And revelation!

I am here,
in my underground cell,
empowered by the scorpion, rat, snake, and moth (butterflies).
We live in harmony, surrounded by grand visions and
particular circumstances that drive others mad.

This is our prison.
Still, we are free!
Harmony!