Flames lick my innards,
As my thoughts explore and ravage every crevice of your being.
Only heart palpitations interrupt my cemented concentration.
The pulsations diffuse into feral territory,
Crude, like the turbulent Atlantic storm,
Yet soft like the underside of an algae coated lily pad.
I am lost in a ritual,
A dance I cannot apprehend,
Despite it's continuous and rhythmic movement.
Winds howl and all perception vanishes,
An explosion of light penetrates.
I see birds.
Several I recognize with ease,
A multitude of others are foreign to me.
They circle round sporadically adorned with a full spectrum of color,
I endear the little I can discern of the marvels.
A cool spray of sea mist rips me from my euphoric daze,
The flock scatters.
I stand solitary in unprocessed wonder,
Dumbfounded as I am there's no time to fathom.
They are back again,
Even more vivid and lively.
Unable to discern,
I'm left to lavish in sight.
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