the everything set before the mind (stream-of-consciousness prose poem)

If only there was a way 

to explode into an aperture 

of terminal ecstasy, massing 

an army too small for invasion 

at the borders of a conflagration 

far larger than our individual bodies 

crafted of flesh, bone, and water. Sort 

of like oatmeal rising with the addition 

of a liquid, expanding to become the last 

thought you'd imagine you'd ever hear 

spoken aloud in a busy thoroughfare strip 

mall lost in the sprawl of cityscape snowed 

over in light sprinkles like icing sugar across 

the soft top part of our holiday muffin. 

Location, 

location, location! 

Look at those palisades 

of rock, ice, and tree, 

evergreen (  maybe 

FOREVERgreen   )

Soak the fire! 

we're all about 

to spot a light 

at tunnel's

end.

Flashlights off. 

Eyes closed. 

And with your 

eyes closed, close 

your eyes 

tightly. 

-  -  -

Thank u 

for the 

chance 

to 

once

again

dream

big 

(again).