Light Light

I was remembering times 
when I felt fearless joy
earlier today;
my eyes made water.

Those times were times
of dissolution. I was a part
of the party that is 
the universe. 

Light was light 
and dark was sweet.
And past tense was getting
an orgasm from the present
while the future watched.

This is what 
happens
when authority
breaks down 
and a mind becomes 
a place where time and 
space disappear 
into clouds of grace.