23 April 2018

Neck tingles, heartbeat stronger,
I lurk by open windows and a door;
Rooted in habitual safety, compelled to run wild.
How does this electric force awaken primitive instincts, as well as my soul?

A surge of potential energy through me, at every crack and fork.
I imagine hair loose, standing unprotected, open to its force.
A storm in the skies, every way that I look,
But a clarity of awakening within.

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