With many thanks to Justine Zaritsky for inspiring me again... <br /> <br /> <br />Lashed by the exquiste frozen whips of January rain <br />I embark on my routine route march <br />From the fragile womb of licenced Valhalla <br />I venture into the semi known, <br />Strands and clumps <br />Of rapidly decaying monochrome candy floss <br />Tease my vocabulary <br />On their respective levels, <br />The very essence of the elements <br />Elevate my soul <br />Into a state of ecstacy, <br />Unpredictable invisible forces <br />Pummel my clothing, <br />Pressure and vacuum alternately <br />Deliver a sense of ubiety, <br />I subliminally latch on <br />To the natural power, <br />Ethanolic enhancement of <br />The physicality, <br />Forces beyond my control <br />Against the forcible entity, <br />Euphoria overrides reality.<br /><br />Esra Sloblock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-home-revisited/
