yellow

It is with ease
that
sometimes
I slip
underneath
the bell jar
Trapped & separate from the tangible
Wired into currents sublime
Flashed with the hope & sorrow of millions
Star-dust pleading for ascendance
Does this bead of brokenness transcend skin ?
Do we become what we see, what we feel
And
When
What we feel is nothing
What we see is the chasm
Is that the rubaiyat ?
Can I dance moonlight woven & talk to horses ?
Does Jupiter sing to me of epic tales ?
Is the living-giving-taking of life to be felt as mercury - silver & unforgiven ?
Sensitivity pierced with the hollowed thorns of dreams
Grasping for the physical, the pull to earth & sun
Rescue me
With the weight of your hand
Crack
the
glass . . .