In Another Universe

In another universe where
My form doesn't betray my soul,
Where beyond a splintered being
I find myself whole,
I will laugh, I will cry.
I won't let life just pass by.
I will breathe
Without the fear of being stifled.
I will run
Without the fear of being crippled.

I will run, I will fly.
I will run farther than far.
I will fly higher than high.

O life! Thy fruit I will taste,
However sweet or sour.
All those colours that you hide,
I will see them as they are,
In all vibrancy and vividness.

In another universe where
There is life and there is light,
Deliriously I will dance
Shunning all the precepts
Of wrong and right.

Delirium! What bliss!
Oh, the method-less madness!
No, one is not beyond moral censure.
Yet one is beyond its torture.
Oblivion is the precious key
That sets one loose
And sets one free.
Were Keats' words I to borrow,
"To think is to be full of sorrow. "
Blessed is such oblivion!
Blessed is such delirium!

In another universe where
I will be I
Without festering others
Without fettering myself.
In another universe where
There are no strident silences and glaring glances,
Where my form won't betray my soul,
Where beyond a splintered being,
I will find myself whole.

(Some times you don't write poetry, it writes itself. And sometimes poetry writes you.)