Perspectives

By Ayisha Knight

With your thermonuclear touch

polar archives dislodge and melt

until I’m flooded with

multicellular ghosts

aching to solidify antimatter into

a sheer vertical mountain of accessibility.

I felt safe until your hurricane tongue

dripping with metaphysical philosophy

took my breath away.

You guided me into other realms,

and clearcut theories about spiritual characteristics

and tangible emotions became cloudy

because poetic translations

narrated by an aphasiacs dream

make me follow epileptic

streams of consciousness

illuminated by alpha waves.

You looked beyond the

self destructive chain,

saw who I was before scientific dissertations

and expensive words punctuated with Ph.D’s

took control of my speech,

taught me that gut feelings are more than

proof of indigestion, especially when

you taught me I could translate

Quantum physics into poetry.