The Vision by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I re-call in that moment
being overwhelmed by existence itself
I remember taking the book and putting it
back on the shelf
I relieve myself of presence see
to escape into a transcendent tapestry
of gee could it be who is he or maybe she
light of divinity effluescing like an efflorescent
light of love-connect in the dark-hallways
of otherwise mind-shaft and due rent-check
focused on the laughter
my own heart-throb is what I’m after
no longer seeking out the stronger
other than the power of dignity and honor
back to my child-hood infused roots calmer
in that moment of taking off sword shield and armor
forward head-tilt neck-crane and warm-weather whirl
make a young man re-plan connection with his World