I Ate My Xanadu

I Ate My Xanadu

ADDENDUM TO THE INCIDENT REPORT

It’s burning.
Nothing else matters.

Nothing.

It’s burning and I love it.

It’s so clear
what is illusion and what is real.

I love the clarity.
I could drink it.
I could eat it.
I could breathe it.
I could make love to it.

So I burned it all to cinder.

My skin is hot.
Ashes float in an apparently random pattern.

But nothing is random.

I’m such a hungry man.

What have I gained?
I’ve traded matter for energy.

Where will I go?
Anywhere I want.

What have I lost?
Nothing that was ever real.