We'll have Halloween on Christmas

It's like exasperation,
The wind shut off from my lungs,
The burning, hidden
Dream
Flutters like a thousand sleeping lashes
An inner explosion
So quiet and so loud
Feedback in my ears
And all there is
Is that voice
The one that heals
And riots through an ocean of loneliness
Into a pit so deep,
There is no black.
I know the purple sky
And the pulsing blue leaves
Reflecting in green eyes
Such a deceiving acidic dream
And, like feathers, I float,
Getting burned by the sun
I taste the heat
I know my blood
And now I know
I am in love.