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.