Aiee!

How the jaw drops

along with a gasp in the solar plexus.

Eyeballs flop and dangle on their cables at the merest intimation.

Time does a wobble: contracts, expands

and the throat, ah! arbiter of creativity

flies out of the neck

crunches into nano-nothings

squeezing all the juices into elixirs

that run riot in the veins.

While the heart leaps high

forgets it’s pulse, it’s mortal purpose

losing itself out of itself

It’s narrow track blown to smithereens.

 

To find, out of body

this other state of being

freed from the structures, constrictions

and physical networks:

muscle, artery, bone, synapse, skin

fitted so cleverly into 3D’s equation

slotted with the geeky mind,

and  imbued with feely gut-stuff

 - behaving so well in that context, but

it is exploded out of it by beauty per se.

No respecter of dimensional protocols!

The alchemy of wonder,

of touching or being touched by

that which is of divinity:

the hem of the heavenly cloak

of the universes creative source

and holy core.