Beautiful Poisons (Poem)

but look! there upon the shelves in bottles of iridescent glass

are arrayed the beautiful poisons, there displayed to dazzle the attention

five lustrous containers, their very appearance preoccupies

I remove one to drink my fill, then heady with ignorance I reel and fall

to find myself within the calm eye of the storm hearing the destructive winds turn into laughter

with a snap of my fingers this disappears, and I return the vessel to the shelf

I am neither a dot nor an enclosing line but both and space itself

poisons, like demons, are not to be feared

befriend them, for they are more helpful than gods

remember what treasures they are