Intergalactic Outsider

Under dying light of cyclic eve
When dry wind susurrates howling
Sifting through wavering palm fronds
Scuttling runaway road sand
My heart beats thudding rapidly
Mind racing from adrenal glands

Because it’s one’s will in time
Considering thought nonlinear
Tangential to affixed biology
So often illusive; dreamlike in clarity
An ineffable sound to invisible muse
In retrospect when hindsight deafens
Fear itself that I must lose…

Ambling through proverbial minefields
With tennis rackets for sensible shoes

Teetering on edge of fraught intensity
…each knotted fibrous sinew
…each entwining charged synapse
From grey to darkest matter shocking
Until perception slips…
From moist tenuous grasp

Love animates our very blood
Born to further ancestral collapse
As we live upon revolving earth
While aiming for space to finally crash