Electric and Amazing

Clockwise and full of lust,
the wound becomes the unwound
tick by tick.

Unwinding
the wind
becomes the smooth shelter
of a nothingness
bathed in a state
of zero gravity,
less, of course,
the stuff.

But the acrimonious
inversion
of a mind set free
at the moment
of stellar ecstasy,
that bulbular
sensation
of demasking
the undiscoverable,
of loading up
the brush of the inner painter,
of the pale swift clot
that gags to know
an outer world
and ceases once it's on its way
not any way at all
but must become the spent occasion
of relief's thick quake
and sense of self-aware
as being swan and beauty,
this is how she felt
and let herself
become a droplet cloud
of launching crested wonder
on the pillow
of the night.

runningturtle87