[Yesterday morning I woke up]

[YESTERDAY MORNING]

Yesterday morning I woke up

with an extra dimension

My shoulders were broader, first of all,

and my breathing deeper, and moving around

was easier, I got limber,

something more and differently

A dream like a wave washing and drenching a dry beach

had flooded me deep down in that place where

most people never go, out of caution

or inertia, afraid of raising old dust,

and there, au contraire, lay a treasure:

drawings, ink splashes on a big sheet of paper

shapes and some wholly new material

still-unknown fragments of my own universe.

In fact I was bigger, joyful, strong inside

from that excess which is real life not mere survival:

Power. This time I was truly aware of it,

not just merely using it

but enjoying it fully with mind as well as body.

Now I knew the true taste of that power, that total self-ease

rid of the wavering and waffling that my doubts

imposed on it when society's inhumanness seemed crushing.

As I walked along, my body filled with desire to be united

with a woman to multiply my wonder.

Here I am, offered up to ardor

and to that throbbing of desire for other women.