inner twilight

if this discovery is magic
then fly in the houdini charade
I am flowing and floating and happiness is not abstract anymore

my eardrums, my buttocks
every moment of my firefly-flickering eyes
I am reveling because this life beckons to be enjoyed

my yearning for yawning
is not a reaction to the daylight’s fading
but merely my self-contempt for not enjoying it more

my privilege to pretend
that I don’t know everything about the future
what a joyful and saddened state of introvertedness

I don’t need to be present
for this high is futuristic
and I sure wish all could experience what I do.