With the opening of plastered eyelids with smells of lilac and turnips,
a jolt into the incandescence and the first galvanization of mental frequency,
I step under the moonlit sky, and roar toward it,
and experience a brief absence of all catechized conventional decency.
Through a stepping stone passed childhood imagination,
a trip to wonderland on the midnight special,
a pain arises evoked by indignation,
and dissipates across the reality vestibule.
Now laying in bed with the love of a lifetime,
I see the miracles imagined by the child,
and realizing that nothing can truly be mine,
I experience the truth and purpose for the first time and unveil the mask of the wild.