there is a rush
impending
cycling upward
i reach
crescendo!
oh rockets of light
tails of bright zig-zags
luminate the night skies.
waves of breath exited
drawn in, drawn out
of nose, of mouth, deep from depths
of weakened lung.
words dipped
in art’s bright, dazzling
color wheel
they dance on lips, these words
on tongue
like love’s juices
sweetness and honey
for the soul.
on the tips of pen & fingers
a simple joy
release
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
but the ride down
paralyzes
freezes words once fire-hot
into glaciers
slow moving, melting
icescape
plummeting
sinking further
into the stinking
benthic depths
my hand reaches up/out
grabbing for any
remnants that might remain
reaching for
any handfuls perhaps still lingering.
letters stick to fingers
eyelashes
errant word-flakes
as letters fade
melt
fading me
into silence