This is a message to the mister or misses of miracles.
I am thankful 
for these opportunities granted to see beyond
these never-ending lands of lights and darks
this maze 
of walls 
of endless facets 
and infinite colors.

Though admittedly 
my deductions are not always well done
and I'm left struggling 
to clean the raw fluids of my insides 
off of the surfaces of love's kitchen
and an addict to the intense heat 
there I remain 
attempting to locate the recipe 
for the orgy of phosphorescent butterflies
that has celebrated within the confines of my very particular stomach 
in times past...