It leaves this world for another place.
Have ye fun, argh, and hop inside,
Trust me, matey, you'll enjoy the ride.”
The pirate smiled and laughed his laugh,
Boisterous, like a pirate Santa,
Laughing “har har har” instead of “ho ho ho.”
Then suddenly....
This feeling rushed over me
Hairs on my neck not just standing,
But doing a most complex tango.
Goosebumps begetting goslingbumps.
Heart beating as though my ribs would soon snap,
Yet all the while this warmth engulfed me...
Now I know there's no light at the end of the tunnel;
Who wants blinding, radiant light
When this gentle, inviting warmth can lead you instead?
The air itself tingled,
As if each molecule were a tiny finger,
Gently massaging, urging onward, never pushing,
Encouraging following the wild colors.
Tacky turquoises, mustard yellows, ketchup reds...
It wasn't as though I could see it in the distance
It was as if even the atoms were tie dyed,
A comic strip illustrator who had snapped and gone mad,
Then pasted my pale-fleshed self upon it.
Here it comes.....
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