Sweet fire storms from high above
shoot through my skull
and swim in my blood.
I kick; fight; jump; swirl; whirl; twirl.
Spyrogyra in whirlpools of ecstacy:
laugh; cry; giggle; wiggle; squiggle; miggle.
A runaway train careen through a ladder of worlds,
scream—tickled by a million symphonies:
vry—where 'round blaze —ith bbblinding light...shhhsss—oooo
I wake up as P—U—R—E—E
dumped in the gutter of the gods.