Spasm
Charles Fields II 1955 (Fort Bragg, NC)
Blissful realms
of dream evoked images
Drift together
then just as swiftly parting,
Lost into shadows
veils of synthetic sound
Hint at an impending
romantic interlude
As whispers of memories
which stimulate tides Of emotion.
An expanding corona strikes
The network of nerve endings
sending senses streaming,
coming at you like a locomotive
Shocks you into
a hyper alert state of confusion
As you awaken into a new reality,
a living hell, finding yourself,
screaming into
hurricane forged winds,
your vocal cords
are the hammer.
Your brain
Is the anvil,
continuously pounding you
to oblivion
Then back again,
carried by the shrieking winds
Connecting the vast chamber
of your inner being
Bringing anguish
back and forth
with each incremental pulse
of ever-thinning blood,
pounded Nearly into submission
by your overburdened heart
As you go crashing
from one realm to another
Never quite entertaining
coherent thought
In anyone,
before being blasted
into an exponential phase shift,
surpassed only by the feeling,
You want to get off the rollercoaster
Still, reeling beyond all known thresholds of pain
Never knowing
from moment to the next
How much longer
you might last,
exploding through places
you'd never known existed
Before, the blowtorch in your head
Creates a vortex that you fall mind first into
Leaving your body
rippling through the vacuum,
Like a flag
whipped by a strong wind
and what had formerly been your consciousness
has become inverted
your mind reeling
backwards into a trance
As every connection
to the torrent of impulses
In your brain hub
gets erased, as it Is ripped free
from every sense of continuity
Creating a chaotic flood
of manic voices
Transmuted into a tidal wave
of peaking echoes
Striking in waves
of lightning-fast impulses
Against what little in you
of humanity remains
Hitting so hard and fast
even your screams
Begin to merge and condense
into a new dimension,
With an odd sensation
of standing alone
On Another astral plain
circling back at you
Something you might find
that same pinging
In your disembodied mind
like cyclonic voices
driving the wind driven rain.
As life recollections find you,
emotions bind you.
As circumstances
blind you.
Suspended
in a slow-motion matrix
in a strobe effect
sending the baseball
Breaking through the window
back and forth,
Time and time again,
sending shudders
Unbearable sensations,
coursing through your body
from somewhere deep
within your skin
Running its course
like lightning
which Flashes through you
stem to stern.
To those who say
you'd slowed down
considerably
How can they begin
to understand?
While they host
a pity party
you'd never wanted,
You're the one
that’s getting burned
You never factor in
the current side effects
Of what it was to be
a noble course of choices,
Following the natural
universal flow,
a stream You'd never dreamed of
by loving on demand
not knowing
you'd be thrown a curve
beyond the realm
of what you'd understand
lost all hope
beyond what i could stand
For what
was written into the plan
In a hereto unknown calculus
Raising the threshold of pain
By a calculation
greater than
Of the number of stars
In Heaven
C2
Copyright ©2023 CEF2
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Submitted by Charles2 on September 21, 2023
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