There is a chill in
the air that
keeps whispering
to me,
petting my hair
gently, running down
my spine to burst in
my pants.
The kind of chill that
cools and
shut your whole body
down.
It's you facing your own
death
and letting go your
utopian
connection to the
universe.
You are nothing but a
tiny bubbling pale spark of light.
Popping your way out in
the cosmos,
you find your place in
the emptiness of time
and space to settle down
and cry with joy.
Oh victory! Oh glorious
day! I made it! I made it OUT!
I have no fear now.
A veil shrouds your eyes,
catching a spell on your
consciousness
– no memories left
behind.
Pure annihilation that
finally out of breath
let it out and
spat it out and
vomited its true wild
unfixed uncharged mysteries and
dreams like nightmares
and
nightmares like dreams in
daylight bursting into
flames of powerful rage
and
a destructive middle
finger.