Icarus

mornin has found me vibratin
at a frequency beyond flesh
the dream’s cliff still present in my cells
my body pulsin with its beauty  
 
the euphoria moves like a livin thing
gatherin power beneath my skin
floodin thru my chest
til I’m channelin somethin divine
 
my fingertips hold electricity  
palms radiatin with warmth
words fail to capture what flows thru me
language too solid for this liquid state
 
my feet barely touch the floor  
the world hummin in quiet response
this sweet current flowin thru my veins
an ecstasy standin at the edge of discomfort
 
each breath draws the feelin deeper
thru blood and bone
til I am more threshold than man
more pulse than presence
 
the world is transformed
edges sharper
colors more intense
as if I’ve been pulled thru the veil  
 
I pressed my forehead against the table  
the cool surface electric against heated skin
seekin anchor and findin none
as my thoughts leak into a pool under my temple  
 
this is what prophets must feel
this holy disruption of the senses
this exquisite unbearable aliveness  
that makes me more and less human
 
the cliff’s edge follows me
a perpetual fallin flyin
and I’m not ready to surrender  
that perfect feelin of suspension  
where my body remembers
what it is to hold the infinite