The First Time (Poem 17 of 30: 2016)

I don’t recall being before
There’s newness and vibrancy everywhere
It is easy to lose oneself to it
So excruciating
So stunning
It feels like a supernova in place of a heart
Chakras align and erupt
And you howl so softly
That outwardly it’s as if
You haven’t changed at all
But the totality of the spirit
Has been irreversibly reordered
Torn out and reassembled
Returned identical and wholly new

Everything goes quiet
A moment passes

The next track on the album plays
Maybe this will make me feel something too


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