Sometimes there comes over me
(in response to known or unknown stimuli)
a certain, restless joy
that makes me want to unbody
my soul and set it free
so that it may jump and skip and see
(in tandem with other souls, maybe)
the wildness
of a wordless ecstasy.

(written ca. 2016)

For more about the poem, see notes.


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