mornin has found me vibratin
at a frequency beyond flesh
the dream’s cliff still present in my cells
my body pulsin with its beauty
the euphoria moves like a livin thing
gatherin power beneath my skin
floodin thru my chest
til I’m channelin somethin divine
my fingertips hold electricity
palms radiatin with warmth
words fail to capture what flows thru me
language too solid for this liquid state
my feet barely touch the floor as I am
the world hummin in quiet response
this sweet current flowin thru my veins
an ecstasy standin at the edge of discomfort
each breath draws the feelin deeper
thru blood and bone
til I am more threshold than man
more pulse than presence
the world is transformed
edges sharper
colors more intense
as if I’ve been pulled thru the veil
I pressed my forehead against the table
the cool surface electric against heated skin
seekin anchor and findin none
as my thoughts leak into a pool under my temple
this is what prophets must feel
this holy disruption of the senses
this exquisite unbearable aliveness
that makes me both more and less human
the cliff’s edge follows me
a endless fallin flyin
and I’m not ready to surrender
that perfect feelin of suspension
where my body remembers
what it is the hold the infinite
You do have a way of keeping the reader in this series.
appreciate it. it’s gotten me writin.
Powerfully penned, Ambjr. Always dig the depth and layers in your work my friend. I’m really digging this series as well. Appreciate you.
Damian
really appreciate that Damian. means a lot.