Anticipation gnawls at my soul
Pause between flash and thunder
Hairs jumping at my neck
My eyes widen, breath deepens
I recall everything and nothing
I ride the burning, racing pulse
Thoughts tear at reality’s grasp
One does not control one’s self
When I let go, I feed my needs
Chains of control should stay barren
My thoughts free to roam
Within those deep forests that
We whisper about anticipation