mornin has found me vibratinat a frequency beyond fleshthe dream’s cliff still present in my cellsmy body pulsin with its beautythe euphoria moves like a livin thinggatherin power beneath my skinfloodin thru my chesttil I’m channelin somethin divinemy fingertips...

I stumble over metaphorsb/c language isn’t enough for youand silence is too muchbut I should probably say…I’m spillin out all over the placeall tangled up in half formed thoughtsdraggin my feelins thru the dirtto try to make them look...