Enormous inlet

Famous for shellfish

Atomic Bombs are stored there

Trapped behind the clown's casket I hid
No one can see me here.
Soft buttery folds of sensitivity and coyness 
Hide the racy burning fire of anger and passion within.

Speaking to a wise woman of wonderment
I download the words which are sticky;
Smothered and caught like flies in cotton wool.

Like the kind spider 'Charlotte' in Charlotte's Web
She extracts the mottled clues from the mottled mess,
And pieces this together to make what appears, sense.

Ah ha! A lightbulb tings. A pressure in my heart relaxes.
With the deep exhale of breath, the floodgates open
Release of assorted emotions exchanging with clarity.

I step out of the cloud of confusion 
I lift the lid from the casket and nod to the clown knowingly.
I can see you. I can see Charlotte, and the clown.
Most importantly, I see me; and I see magnificence. 

I push and twist peering through the circle,

grinding the lenses-

the crystals jostle and

the colors bend and swirl.

I am born to a world of new sensation.

A battle cry

a rebel yell

melody of delight

"Bring on this war!" I scream in fury.

Tears mixed with fear mixed with lust mixed with passion

My muscles taut as I press in close against the muddy trench.

O mother! The sky casts an eerie glow.

A whistle blows, or some other signal

and I vault over the edge into a storm

of sights and sounds.

My body dissolves as I push into the vortex

and I slip down into a grave of slimy clay-

so sublime!

I'm coming...home