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