Pulses, with the strength of nuclear shockwaves.
Breaths, like gasps of one once drowning.
A tremulous energy statics, quicker than life, through my veins
Profundity, of a vast mind through other minds.
What greatness these fingers carry the potential for!
Potential like the fracturing of an iceberg…
The wave to come, when it tips and falls.
My mind expands at the rate of the universe.
My heart swells past this cage of bone.
Life bursts from me, like newborn nebulas
Colors of red, green, blue, purple, pink.
Cracking the eggshell, I emerge wet and raw.
Rebirth, an intimate renaissance of my ‘self.’
They, those who spoke and forewarned of this phenomenon,
They did not warn…
Of the all-consuming acidic flame of desire.
The flame which, green and yellow, licks my skin and longs to catch
Onto mind-bodies that surround.
But, finding no tinder,
Suffocates or dies.
I read. I wrote. I learned.
And now.
I at last, expand.
Love, life, growing and it clicks, sinks, is absorbed.
Urgency! Urgency!
Material matter consumed,
It becomes intangible and sweet.
The flame expands and grows hot.
Oh, to infect minds with this green crystalline flame.
Oh, to gift this expansion to all!
Woe, to the few numbers that shall receive;
I am among them.
Communicate this expanse in the right moment,
in the right way.
To a receptive mind.
And maybe, an awakening will occur.
In such a state,
Alive in a world of sleepwakers;
Expanding in the container of society.
To go to school, to go to work, to buy food, to buy existence!
And to thank!
To thank the breeder, the overlord!
To praise the hand that whips!
To exist in a condition akin to enslavement of the mind!
The body thanks the slaver,
The mind forgets,
The space and taste of freedom.
The universe of a child, cessation by cruel circumstance.
Sixteen short years to be born, to die, to reawaken at six more.
Two decades and change, to—
Share some shard of self,
Gift gratitude and gain a new God;
An art, an ability, an act.
My mind, youthful, ignoring, ever expanding—
Now explosive, now bright, now Grand.
Not a journey I made alone, not a path I laid in stone.
And yet—I my…self
Shaped by my hands (scared, soothed, comforted, punished).
My self
My expanding self.
Bloom further, show me more.
Change this; my world, in your hand.
