The throbbing fire in my soles abate
When I'm no longer conscious, and my hips
Send lightning when the storms arrive. This fate
Befell me from my birth in torrents, drips.
Rare blackouts, common twitches seize and freeze
Me -- never does this body please me -- ache
In joints and guts (so far there's still good knees),
My shoulders, back, migraines for goodness sake!
A cataract is coating my left lens --
The artificial one that had replaced
The one with cataract. I lift my pens
To say the endless things that I have faced.
But in the brilliance of the world I sing
Until these pains fade away to nothing.