He told me that he'd seen God,
and that's why he was blind.
He couldn't look away;
that's why he went mad.
He said that heaven's air
tasted like berries on your tongue,
and Earth's was like angry tears.
He said there your body
tingles with unheard music;
here it's numb as a block of wood.
He talked to God everywhere
like they were close friends,
and everywhere people said
"God's got better things to occupy his time han the likes of you."
The beggar just kept a smile on his face
as bright as crystal in sunlight.