I sit at the window
listening to traffic
I can feel the energy of my city
I can feel a million souls
moving
fighting
playing music
making music
dancing
walking
drinking
drowning worries
building and destroying
I can feel all this energy pass through me
like electricity moving through a wire
so many different frequencies
so many different textures, colors, flavors
flowing eventually together
if I can keep it from becoming ticklish
if I can keep it from burning
if I can just hold it, it's building
in me
as it pulses and finds a rhythm
a symphony of human motion
and emotions
it builds
it lifts me from my chair
I float up in my room
I find the center
I am equal distance from each of my walls
from the ceiling and from the floor
I start rotating
slowly at first
then spinning
faster
and faster
until all is a blur
all vision is blended, streaked, combined, overlapped until it is blackness
a living blackness
all sound combines, at first cacophonous
then droning, buzzing, tighter until it is silence
I explode
the energy of the city returns to the city
it takes me with it
I am part of it as it is a part of me
I wake up cold in bed
I step to my open window and listen to my city
I can hear the far off freeway
someone is singing
a car drives by with loud bass thumping
it grows louder and then fades
I close the window
shutting out the sounds of my city
in my small room
four white walls
as close as I ever get to silence
and I fall back to sleep
