Communion
Byron Hoot

I have excommunicated myself
from the bullshit of the world,
become a heretic of the edge,
an exile from the lie of existence,
a marker of the qualitative
nature of time, of the here 
and now sufficiency.
I have no hard feelings,
nothing to teach  --
I am that I am.
Nothing new about that;
it's been around a long time.