2021/5/28 #poetry Miraculous. Each and every moment as senses overfill my capacity to receive. Giant rivers of feelings on my skin, in my air passageways, mouth, and muscles. Ears collecting in every direction, announcing the activities of all that are near. And oh, what my eyes see. What they see I never can share. Always too much, much too much too much. I'm definitely not going to talk about taste and smell, they're just beyond expression entirely. What comes from within, what I do take pains to express, is its own universe, as they say. So much and so much again. If everything but me turned to smoke, all of everything, and I opened up and pored out, there still wouldn't be enough space for it all. That's why I can fire off these concentrated laser beams that make such an impact. It's all compressed and pressurized in there. Often there's such a rush to get out that all the exits get clogged and nothing else leaves. A gasp or a wow may reflect some minuscule aspect of it but often as not just silence and intensity of focus, observing the outside for any hint as to what is within that I can point to, any vibration that I can enhance to reveal the depth where my own powers would pale.