A million wild insightful fantasies
Bubble like a hydrothermal vent on the ocean floor
Feeding a thousand ideations of what I’m here for
I need grounding, we say
Well this, muthafucka, is my groundhog day
I honor those childhood friendships
We were so buoyant every midsummer day
Soccer balls, Pokémon cards, Dig-Dug marathons
Forts of stolen wood, mint-chocolate-chip ice cream
The smell of sprinkles,
As sweet green dribbled onto pink tables
Opening my heart to those spaces in the beginning
When all was young, fresh, and pure
Self-consciousness, longing, grasping choked that innocent play
Life became more and more calculated, willfully generated
The joyous babble of my youth,
Muzzled into a dark murmuring corner
The mind’s conquest of body in the search for truth
Ripped and distorted memory, warped the light of my child
Into sparkling fragments that only blinded my eyes,
Bound to the night
Probing the self, I put more words on my shelf
Tears on the carpet,
I’m alive, no mushrooms needed
I’m alive, and finally you see my mind
Yet I’m letting you go, as we follow the edgeless rivers
Bearing us faithfully home