I want to walk with the wind, not against it

I want the overwhelming heat of sunlight to make my body cry out and sweat

An electrifying sensation pulling muscle away from bone

My body growing up from wet, fertile moss

As above so below

So below that I deeply root down into the muck that I once was birthed

Rising through into the bountiful cervix of earth

My parturition into this new thing of life

Of chaos

Of wonder

Of desire

Of pain and pleasure

As above the flies and gnats

Scattering away from the shit that I can rise from

The clouds casting themselves off to the side

For the sun to blind me with its power

Black flashes behind eyelids

Streaks of white light

I rise with a feral growl

Calling on all the heat shaking up from the earth

Power

Strength

Life