MY PLAYLIST BROKE ME OPEN

Clearing my head
warming my hands
shots to the body
while I'm doing shots
my playlist broke me open
on the road
closed avenues of rebellion
and worlds of love
tearing wormholes
in the fabric of Me
to all points in time
little pinholes
orbiting around me
casting flashes before my eyes
The Was
The Could-Be
The Am
The Path widens to ripples
echoing out in concentric circles from me
seeking a complete collection
a pumping vein of reconnection
a trickle, a gush, a flood
a cascade of the people and the places
the times and the traces
the laughing and kissing and fighting
the lying, the trying and
always the driving
driving
I raise my eyes to the north
I glimpse the hint of a face I wore
in place that swore I could never go back
forever outside the shape my headlights
throw on the road
I push this car, this body
faster to outrun my own light
and catch the thing
that wisps and dances on the edge of my sight
clawing at the falling twilight
the dancer's dusk
gently begging the crazed, racing Me
saying
"Hey! I got something to say!
It's better to fade out
than to burn away"
but it giggles and doesn't listen
picks up speed and trying to ditch me
I dive, hoping to tackle
but I tumble empty handed
end over end
falling through the spaces
old roses
old bruises
things that make and hate me
things that love me uncontrollably
the things that keep me precious
They glitter and pop as I fall through them
the heavens of before
the Earths that may be
All these things I once asked the sky to take
they are mine again