God love poetry

During a rather stressful afternoon (mind you it's only 1pm) I decided to look up a poem that has been swimming around my brain for the last week; I have great admiration for the writer as well as the subject. Over the years I've gone back to it several times hoping to one day fully understand. The beauty is that I never have, each read gives me a new feeling yet never have I found it to be disappointing. I think I may be in love with the subject, perhaps that's why I am forever single....my ideal is a character in a poem.....

          He Held Radical Light

   He held radical light
   as music in his skull: music
   turned, as
   over ridges immanences of evening light
   rise, turned
   back over the furrows of his brain
   into the dark, shuddered,
   shot out again
   in long swaying swirls of sound:

   reality had little weight in his transcendence
   so he
   had trouble keeping
   his feet on the ground, was
   terrified by that
   and liked himself, and others, mostly
   under roofs:
   nevertheless, when the
   light churned and changed

   his head to music, nothing could keep him
   off the moutains, his
   head back, mouth working,
   wrestling to say, to cut loose
   from the high unimaginable hook:
   released, hidden from stars, he ate,
   burped, said he was like any one
   of us: demanded he
   was like any one of us.