When I was a kid
I used to fall through doorways.

Slipping past the Jets of reality, flinging me into different pastel timelines.

My brain shot out electricity and wrapped lightning bolts around the pillars of my desires.

I felt untethered from this plain, my mind a pool draining on to the grass burning from the summer sun.

I felt the matron, sky father and the moon calling me into the ocean of stars lilting and waving above me.

Let me deep into the feeling.

Pulse like thunder running footsteps land locked over clouds in the mountain.

Pound on the walls of the Goliath, and follow your dreams into existence.
Live like wires, igniting the air and the winter breeze.

Burning the snowflakes falling over the horizon.

When I was alive
I used to fall through doorways