Longing

My longing feels like an artery explosion.

A compressed affection,

yearning to materialize

As words, songs and action

Falling, flowing through incessant personal declarations.

My longing makes it difficult to maintain

the usual cool weather of inner conversations.

As I dive deeper and my ears get plugged,

My swimming gets more frantic.

And I panic, with the thought of backtracking

into a cage with the lock stuck in shark's teeth.

Until you give me that dose of adrenaline

To wake me up from a bad trip

And light shines again as reality seeps back into my blood.

...I lay around and watch the "Buddha smiling through the sun"

What kind of zone am I in? where I create my dreams, my nightmares

involuntarily

my heavens, havens and hells

all merged into a world of wonder,

but really it's batshit crazy.

In my trembling I find solace

Knowing there is no valid solution

This is bigger than me, or the world, and solar system

The question is a solo sustained... the answers, abstract.

The framework, solid:

We are simple soldiers in love

So I will battle, but I will rebel.