Today is the day numbers consecrate.
Brothers and sisters rejoice and partake
In rites to render the soul less opaque.
For some a special day to contemplate
The wend of being and our modest fate.
Today is the numbered day I'll remake
Myself from a whisper, and I'll awake
From what normal perceptions obligate.
Further, higher, breaking the boundary
Between a unit and totality;
To go beyond the superficial fronts
And realize we don't know reality
When our misconceptions start foundering.
What does that mean? I've smoked a few good blunts.
A place for my poems 