The fever is in my brain, 
the liquid-metal-sharp 
awareness 
of everything around-about, 
inside-out, 
past and present future blur.  

Halos of words and thoughts and 
associations beating bat-wings
all a-flapping, clapping shadows and--
son-of-a-bitch-the sky is above us,
RIGHT NOW, 
only it's not really "above", 
as in up-and-down,
it is the earth
--this giant spinning toy--
hundreds of miles-an-hour, 
around-and-round and then
again again
so many thousands of miles-per-hour around the sun and it all 
explodes from there.  

Somehow, 
we're all these little conscious beings 
moving in and out of our own 
flesh.  Talking, breathing, 
playing parts in this vast and unrelenting 
drama.
The strong force, the weak force, all of it somehow 
coming together to make me "me"
--whatever the hell that is--
and feeling like everything is throbbing
behind my left eye.  

Not as headache pain but as a restless 
force wanting out, 
an explosion of thoughts, ideas, images that can never be 
released, 
can never be properly 
expressed.  

Warm-cold-hot bright-blood fusion, 
restless muttering, twitching electro-static 
thoughts.

Just a tad, a tad, 
hyper-aware.