Float On?

My eyes opened 

To blistering wind 

To shards of rain

& Blinding light,

To the claps of Titans

Erupting in bursts 

Above 

Around 

Below. 

 

Rods being flung 

From angry, Olympian fists,

Hungry

For the Earth beneath,

Each detonating 

A hydrogen bomb 

Whose shockwaves slid 

Through the spaces 

of my frayed, quaking atoms

Dousing every panicked neuron 

In kerosene –

Adrenaline

Fire 

Dopamine. 

 

Sentience dispersed,

A manic flock 

Of life, feeling, self 

Forking into claws _

Flashing silhouettes 

Of 

Memories drenched 

In the strokes 

Of Dali.

 

Disintegrating

Isn’t 

What I thought it would be –

 

Gliding with the lightning 

In raw, urgent, eruptions 

Falling with the raindrops 

 And spinning

My fading webs of consciousness 

Around the sun-silked linings 

Of the vapour villages

That The Gods call home 

 

Above 

Around

Below. 

 

Disintegrating

Isn’t 

What I thought it would be