Strange upon this feeling is another,
that doesn’t quite belong.
It bashes and bruises the husk,
of each below it.
Conversing without words,
living without lineage,
evolving without demand.
Creating a distraction,
an unwarranted interruption,
of any other moment,
any other thought or
any other touch.

What is this, that is flooding my veins,
enveloping my brain
and seeping into my dreams?
It is cascading down my bones,
overflowing my heart
and is submerged in my lungs.

As my breath catches,
the feeling is fleeting.
Gone in seconds,
before it could be placed
upon my mantel of emotions.
Gone with the sturdy wings
of the inner beast.

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