WHO SEES IT

Those who see
what seizures bring
in the culture
of Caesar's king

For Julius C
like Dostoyesky
had the furious instant
of a want of epilepsy

The essence of their fears
was an experience
of such an existence
taking its toll on years

Of such a precedence
of a precarious way
that only genius
could escape its way

By ruling or writing
on its various stages
epiphanic in sight
it panics as it ages

Excited in escent
when it begins
not delighted when
taking it on the chin

When a spoon
is in your mouth
any afternoon
north or south,

Is it from sin or genes
you wonder
or just inherited
in the back of dreams,

It takes a shrink
to decide
what to think
as you many times died

but live again
to tell of your story
its all in your history
a mystery and glory.