Striving in a Storm Flicks Mind Switches Called Tangents...

What clouded my receiving hand is the way I own sensation, because abundance emerged beneath the messy promise. Normalizing demand's push, I am coerced into deeper holding. Spread on a moment's falling over the warm grid, torn from the knowing of making's vista, a blurry facade of reality has me in it's clutches...and I hold on like everything is real.

Fireflies flicker in some ritualistic dance
we lack the know to interpret
like a thousand paparazzi flashes,
snapping photographs of the seething storm's performance...
of choking thunder spitting out lightning
in haphazard messes like spilt milk
leaving my brain soggy..
through the duration of the nights spectacle
all senses electrified,
paralyzed in awe-struck wonder
at life, laughing
dripping wet and splashing mud
smashing dirty, glass-like puddles into smithereens
along with my oncoming, pulsating with life,
reflection.
sweat mixes with rain mixes with breath
mixes with mud stains
up the lengths of my milk white legs
glowing fluorescent in receding daylight
like a strobe, a party...
nature's plugged-in night life.
the turbulent air sounds like a dulcet sonata
and pelting raindrops a belligerent bass, a percussionistic,
melodic, masterpiece
to move you and make you move
exaltation shows in my body
exhilaration pumps adrenaline-filled veins
this is the human spirit
every man is an end in himself?
this is life
this is the escape
thunder claps and I bow,
stretch fingertips past sopping sneakers
then
reach upwards to grasp it, to feel        closer---
---above my head.
shake it off,  step into the garage
and the exceedingly momentous occasion of this epiphany-like bit?

washes off with the rain.....