I am calm and my feet are heavy.
Pictures of beaches and palm trees fill
me with blue stasis. I can not see
your frowning face in the curtain slit.
I imagine a steady beat : in
and out, top and down, right, center, left
repeatitive, always circles back
to the point of initial contact.
I am warm. My navel the fulcrum
of the positive and negative
energy alternating in loops
while my blood listens to the surface
electrics. I am now exploring
the sepia and grays. Oxygen bursts
out of my inflared nostrils, expelled
units of untameable quantum.
I know you are counting my rhythm,
voyeurist who excels in numbers.
This is the way to breath, to catch dreams
yet you are afraid to touch my skin
aware of process. I am ready
to draw in spirits without logic.
You will be surprised with how I can
escape from reason, regenerate
from the detritus they call as: US.
Are you ready? This world indeed was
not as pictured. Even in my mind
I can feel an eye slowly opens.