Awaken

As the heat raises the veins, little ridges of tracks.
This voice travels through those purple tunnels.
The tinkling of endorphins.
An inner voice of confirmation.
God splashing around in the scarlet nightmare.
But the beat in the chest, is the blood hitting the walls.
Everything now comes alive.
Tiny touches, like giant leaps on the moon.
Cradle a feeling that returns us to childhood.
Where sticky iced creamed hands shake at the thought of summer.
To see the flowers bloom.
Or the sun burst out of the sky.
Is the announcing of a state.
A passive suggestive trait.
That happiness finds us in the end.

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Maybe…

Pick apart these thoughts in my head,
a humming voice like a soul in my bed.
Guiding my hand to the brighter side.
The lighter way where shadows can’t hide.
This separating process of joy and painful.
A sacred essence, maybe angels.
Maybe angels.