As if the tears you shed could be the measure

As if the tears you shed could be the measure
of all your sorrow when all is forced open
for so distilled in unrelenting irquiry

You await the intoxicating cataclysm
where the prophets always figure an audience

Something shines in the sunlight
in a bottle

Started while residing on Summit Ave. in Syracuse, NY; 1994, age 26 or 27 (probably 26).