Pathways

Dark settles in just below my eyebrows

because the sunshine lands bright upon my forehead

Gentle warm caresses my eyelids heavy

Heavy sinks deep into the bottom of my sockets

drains throughout the pathways of my sinuses

flowing into my skull full of mad

This hot pessimistic neuron trance 

is soothed by the solar my bare head basks in

Hard headed to say where one ends and the other begins

Pleasure and pain blur together

A stone soup of emotional weather

A sharknado of defenses and accusations

My soft self is swept up in the wind

While my ego says “surfs up dude!”

My hurricane lasts about 3 days

You can survive just fine if you stay in the eye

but the rest of the world gets destroyed

Wade through the flooding and debree

Fires and uprooted trees

Foundations have crumbled

Powerlines jumbled 

There is no lack of electricity

It’s just not controlled anymore

Ripped free and returned to its lightening

randomly striking

running amuck in the dark

A few seconds of spark

gifting flashes of pathways

leading back to the edge of the clouds

where the sun is still shining