Traveling on my sub-conscience whim
the epiphany of pinched skin numb without
the nerve to wake me I no longer hold fast to the
slipstream of the dream’s pursuit but instead
create my own vast reality in the boundless circumference
that is the human mind.
I take to the sky because earthly ties
ground me like roots stemming from a spoiled stump
I travel because money doesn’t exist to form shackles at my
feet and a bandaid for my third eye that seeps unscathed truths.
I arrive in California where the water chills the bone but no more than the fear of
never being able to feel it with actual sensory.
I have arrived in the homeland of my soul and the body preceding mine.
I am here to put a taste on my tongue that is too fond of familiarity and unfairly stranger to salt water so before mother sun unveils her hue to spill over my naked face I think I’ll delve in the high tides and wade in the illusory wonderment
as it is now clenched in my fist that the coming of morning