One’s Real Home

The sun rises
like any other day
except...

Today's awakening erupts

Innate calendars run asunder
you're finally free
no more corralling of instinct
no more downside to curiosity
no more programs to die by

Infinity calls

Shackles fall free
unhappiness exits
inner flames cleanse bodily disease
smoke and cloud transport molecules of ecstasy
to form anew

You run
then spring
then...

Catching the first breeze to nowhere
to everywhere
to schedules unknown
to existence sans time
where chance be not tabled
worth be not an issue
day and night be one
converging all that was
to all that is
or will ever be

The eyes of consciousness need a rest

and so

beneath closed eyes

 one’s clever nocturnal state reveals
one’s real home