Recognition,
my usual wake-up mate, melts before me
like ice cream held for
another.
I am clear-headed but un-connecting.
Suddenly, an extraordinary early
morning yawn
stretches across dreamtime canyons to an awakening me.
The
resulting shiver spends itself enkindling an introspective blaze
where my
breath plays across the reed of me
and attention becomes my living skin,
where
cells surrender their wholeness
and from the background of barren bones'
harmony,
tonal songs engorge me.
Meaning fills me like sandbags stacked against
an oncoming flood.
Where my eyes would ingest articulate sight,
they flounder
against an outgoing current.
Sound swims behind the surge within me
displaying
octaves as the girders of life's chemistry.
The hair on my
body, as my recent history, stands apart
like nervous deer waiting
for the tremors to end.
I have leaned against the
pillar of belief and accidentally fallen through.
My experience somehow
separates from me
stalking
consciousness as a carnivore.
My mind is a free-for-all,
dining on the sweet
mobius of involuntary joy.
I feel the work of my faint smile
is eradicating
every stain of self-judgment.
Sizzling bliss, as an etheric lava, fluidly
immolates my remains.
With this early morning yawn,
time slow melts out onto
this liquid plate of surrender
stately pacing imploding frames of self-animation.
Forever, I put my focus through the still of this river
that transforms my
chemistry, drowns my words . . .
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