Ninth Night Tales

On the ninth night
A messenger came to me in the form of the dope man.
He told a story about a score who came to buy —
the dope man wouldn’t let him in.

He makes me nervous, said the discerning dope man.

Why are you telling us this story
and why on the ninth night? I asked.

You thought there were eight nights, said the dope man.
This year you will celebrate nine.
You assumed ten energies
there are eleven.
You learned four ways of reading —
there are five
— four levels of the soul
there’s a fifth.

What kind of dope are you selling
dope man?

The kind you live for, he said —
everything that issues from the mouth of God

— the kind you can’t do without.

On the ninth night
A messenger stopped me by the
Bus stop:

I am singular, the messenger said
Singular and plural

We are all of us
Singular and
This is your aspiration too –

I want you
All of you
And I want
To be wanted by you

I am you
And I want you
To be