I cut myself open

heaven enters my head 

 

the relief of knowing 

there’s somewhere else 

 

just a scratch 

what can an itch really know 

 

it’s always been there

as a quiet persistent pulse 

 

I go deeper into things 

others avoid 

 

curiosity rewarded 

with worries and dark thoughts 

 

as if there was another way 

to see the world as a whole