Anointed am I by that Martian flame,
Pentecostal,
Purified, purifying,
Illuminating,
The sorcerer’s brazier
that knows no night —
Diamond between my brow,
Eyes wide shut,
I recline and dive inward,
Then skyward —
The Christ diamond,
quantum vehicle of light —
A smile
that speaks a thousand words
illustrated
on the canvas of my countenance —
Where am I?
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 