Montezuma’s Fallacy
There was a time when I thought it proper
To eat dark chocolate.
That the whole of nature
Was simplified
In a square of bitter blackness.
That to be authentic,
To perceive the real cacao,
One must keep from sugar,
Guard one’s soul from milk.
I thought the raw midnight
Of exotic trimethylxanthine,
Might become day upon my tongue
And sing sweet within my psyche,
As sheer creative revelation
Electrifies my shell.
But then I remember
That masochism spawns
Within militant transcendence,
And that chariots of light
Have quantum four-wheel drive.
Maybe one day
Black coffee will be caramel
And black tea will be honey,
But maybe coffee will be coffee,
And tea will be tea,
And serpents will be serpents,
And darkness will be darkness,
And pupils will be dilated
And all will be infinite light.
And then I can eat dark chocolate.