TRANSMISSION 001
if currents were rational,
we wouldn’t be so swept away.
the smash, chilling, when
up against a dam a wave
hits.
the front of my skull was loosed
when the sacred fire turnt
hot yellow white. and lighter in
my body, thought less of terror
and more of the moment.
bliss, ease, spark is quick
and light on its feet.
my only quelm the heat
releasing. heaviness and wetness
no longer becoming on me.
we wouldn’t be so swept away.
the smash, chilling, when
up against a dam a wave
hits.
the front of my skull was loosed
when the sacred fire turnt
hot yellow white. and lighter in
my body, thought less of terror
and more of the moment.
bliss, ease, spark is quick
and light on its feet.
my only quelm the heat
releasing. heaviness and wetness
no longer becoming on me.