Updated: Jul 18
There are pathways
hidden within my body
like a vast network running within my veins
or a mansion with a thousand unlit chandeliers
silently hanging in dark hallways.
My soul circuitry lays dormant and silent.
At twilight, there’s a moment when the darkening fields hold their breath.
And then there is the next moment.
And then there’s You.
The switch gets flipped.
The damn breaks.
Electricity pours through the system
illuminating every dark corner of doubt.
Fireflies overtake the night sky.
Magic pushes through the cracks
opening into rivers.
The impossible streams through insanity
purified by curiosity
spilling over into absolute knowingness.
Taking a handful of a blazing mane
I swing onto the back of the black horse
and ride this current at full tilt
leaving behind the lines that ever managed to separate
me, the river, the horse and the Muse.
Emily Wehrman 2018