The feeling
Is a
Tingle

Creeps up your spine
Like the first crazed chill
After seeing
A former girlfriend
You weren't expecting to see

The feeling
Is reading a passage
Of one of the greats
Line by beautifully painful line
And feeling a hopeless
Falling like Alice
Touch of timeless genius

The feeling tears down the stale walls of life
Making everything impossible
Possible

The feeling is like a
Birth
The pushing of the keys
The sweat of the effort
The pain of the labor
And the relief
Of the final push

The feeling life lives on in the work
But with time
Will come
Death

Much like
How the baby grows
So does
The word

But,
The relevance
The importance
The fire
Will soon diminish
To a faint hidden ember

So to live in one's time
Is to be living
Dying
And being
All in fantastic unison

The feeling is
When your mind drifts
To the corner of your eyes
And everything
Just
Turns
Off

You rest your soul
And your soul lets you

The feeling is to be alone
With the hope
That one day
Through fiery snow of ice
Raining mud with blood chipped teeth and beer

A stranger will be there to meet you
And shake your hand
With a Cassady like smile

The feeling is
A
Big Tip

The feeling is
Revolution

The feeling is
A muddy bottle
Of spring water

The feeling is
A lost dog
Looking
For his home

The feeling is
Howling Waits
After a couple of
W's and Waters

The feeling is

Just

That