This feeling
I think I know you, villain
This emotion of such strength
And desperation to make it
Mine
To make it mold
And stretch
This feeling of being open in the mind
to the old
lame heat again
This fleeting feeling
Always returning
A cyclic spiking
A feeling
That always
reminds me
Of my dreams
Like
Watching
Whales flying
10,000 leagues in the open sky
This feeling
of becoming immense
While also
completely weightless