intoxicated
we dance we spin
the heavy world
so far removed

we consciously ignore
the screams
demanding attention
we wish to deny—
—but ten minutes
as we experience freedom
try in our eagerness to taste
the light in Everything
in a shadow of a moment

open and pouring
out of ourselves
out the doors
into the sunlight
that blinds us
and we stagger
in a briefly manufactured haze,
laughing—
the laughter that brings
us to our knees
the kind that could quickly turn
to crying
lest we remember

we try to forget—
grass too green, sky too clear,
world too kind, this cannot be real
cannot last forever

and even as we roll
with childish exuberance
down the hill
we know that we will leave it behind

it will end as our momentum is lost
forced to rise from the ground
world spinning, here we are
awake until we blink and the world returns