i can feel the bones in my arms, it
feels as if
the rushing air is hitting the back of
my
arm after the sun has danced over the
pacific.
like feathers,
or ice,
rushing agianst my skin,
like lying on a mountain side's
shallow river.
my head is spliced open,
i can imagine it,
so a medical class can see what it
looks
like in there
like to much movement,
too much excitement
too many tiny explosions of chemicals
between dendrite buttons and axons.
and i can feel the bones in
my arms it
feels as if they are
getting smaller and bigger
bigger from the inside out
smaller from the outside
out
the air, rushing, cold,
running
like water, streams of
air, like running
down a steep hill in the middle of an
autumn
night
and the moon is bright enough to
fake the sun,
and radiate me
like a medical class
examining the inside of my brain with
a CAT scan.
where there is too much going on
or not
enough to find anything wrong with
me
but
i just keep imagining i'm lying on a mountain side
in a shallow river
of
feathers,
or ice,
of moonlight
and i'm being carried
away to the
pacific.
