Let It Flow

a creeping feeling engulfed my body

muscles heavy but elastic

mysterious beat ramping up slowly

evocative and animastic

I pump myself out of the deep pocket

movements starting large and drastic

building momentum step-by-step

flinging myself into flying gymnastics

letting friction create heat

melting like neon glitter plastic

melding with the sprinkling of notes

tripping the light fantastic

blasting symphony of emotions

bold and hauntingly bombastic

highs and lows, every shade and hue

mixing in a churn, their aura orgiastic

bathed in the pulsating light

of sounds resonant and monastic

getting carried away in the flow of sound

alternating between the calm and spastic

accepting gravity’s natural critique

not ignoring it with comments sarcastic

always adding to the flow, billowing

clouding up like ash, pyroclastic

burning myself out, raining down

settling in for a rest, joyful and enthusiastic

words pouring out of my deflating form

more stream of consciousness, less scholastic

ejecting and naming every burden

stripping off thoughts and lies, iconoclastic

starting all over, doing it again tomorrow

K.B. Silver