Skeleton Key

Sailing. Free. Buried at Sea. Currents. Spirits. Dark water. Uninterrupted. Floating. Shores too blinding to see. Depths. Infinity. Revived. By chaos. And strong drink. Lots of fun at Finnegan’s wake. Flying. On angel’s wings. Keep singin’ Sunshine. Remember. Wait. Too heavy. Forget it. Hurricane. Lacey dress. Draping. Swaying. Rhythms. Incoherent mess. Ten million crows speaking at once. Skeleton key. Looks to me. All doors. Unlocked. Universal. You’ll see. Keep at it. Flinch. Ooh, just a peek. That’s enough. Really? This isn't a one-off. But I’m full. Too bad. You got to be. Immersed. Swallowed up. Dispersed. Throughout the galaxy. And next. Ugh. Too much. Can’t we wait? For what? Now or never. Open your eyes. And see. What you don’t want. Point is. I was hoping. To prepare. To get ready. You see. Can’t. Like having a baby. You’ll never know how it’ll be. Until it be. Heavens laugh. Throaty. Rumbled. Atomic flash. Invisible feet. Stumble. Sludge. Slipping down a pole. Orient. Stay whole. Resist. Hey. Let go. Stop fighting. Enjoy the ride. Can’t keep all this stuff inside. Remember. Lots of fun at Finnegan’s wake. Open tongue and taste. Don’t have a tongue. Just imagine one. This ain’t the end. Like Ole Tim said. Whirl your whiskey round like blazes. Thunderin’ Jaysus! D’ya think I’m dead?

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