its always the drank

the coffee or a sip of courage.

whatever happens between the drank and the possession afterwards - i can never quite recall,

all I do know is, that some divine narration of experience takes over.

and the words fall out of me in some daring translation of clarity.

and I’m guessing - its the social barriers that refrain them from being breathed into this world otherwise.

yet in these moments of euphoria - in caffeine or the swaying mystery and forthcoming misery of alcohol

there is no damming - there are no barriers inside of me.

Here they come, translating the divine.

here they come, breathing life into our Oneness.

I feel so collectively powerful - taking strides into Our destiny.