I Am

I am a man inside-out
my imaginings verge on sane
light up ideas in the dark
churn the cauldron of angels
lift you and your doubts
give you to where you long
and maybe
if I feel a tremor
carry you back
where feeling warm again yet scared
heart racing like a feather's flutter in a hurricane
turn your hourglass once again

I am a man inside-out
vibrating with the collaborative
as flood lights arc
visceral memories resonate through my tissue
recalling the tweak of mind spasms
clenching tight the pages of script
when first a voice utters the word
when first an image comes alive
pushing me into a theatre's black tornado night

I am a man inside-out
knowable from afar
by the never-sleep-look of my eyes
the Murine forever poised between my fingers
calming the synaptic lightning
forever thundering across my lens

I am a man inside-out
re-born in swirling mind's weather
the storm's eye seeking calm
clearing overhead clouds
where some judge my blasphemous ignoring of gods
whose sacrosanct eggshells no one is to tread upon
where suits now tremble at the laser of my eyes
crossing me at their peril
knowing I can swallow their light
forever smothering the anger lashing them into their spin
cocooning their palm-tree fantasy by my own spin of another kind

I am a man inside-out
When Urania sets to flight my head
I hurtle into the vacuous silence
whiteness of black forever filling my palette with color
laced with the dissonance of my often melodious sensorium.

I am