feeling

I don't ever want to experience this feeling again...
specifically,
a nervous wreck!

isn't it really a miracle to feel
at all?

what is "it"
exactly...

a vice
in my chest
(are you sure...
see the picture...
is that it?)

without a label
on "it"
(without injested poison)

such an innocent
non thing,
a passing non event,
becomes a criminal,
guilty of stealing
all your joy!

ransacking your house
of all your valuables,

every scrap
of safety
and security

trashed,
violated--

this hurricane,
tornado,
storm of all storms

(who is it exactly
who "can't go on this way"...
while it IS going on this way...)

without a label
can you even find
the beginning of a cloud,
the inside or outside,
any discrete
edge,
anything there
at all
that is not everywhere...

hydrogen,
oxygen

building blocks
of all that is

same as the sunshine
and sky
you thought
"the cloud"
to mask

the very same ingredients...
of Love

no line between,
no border
between "moments",
is there?
really...?

no border between
that image of cloud
and my mind

i am cloud.

and without label,
neither
of "us"
exist

no trash,
no con-struction,
con-coction,

no de-struction

isn't it really a miracle
to "feel"
at all?