My High Poem by Wulf Spirit

Music flows. Right on,
beneath my wings. Caught
with feathers under my arms. Your eyes
don't understand that universe
curse.
Connected to all of everything. It is the moment
for all creation. Reasons rushing,
the only reason for myself.
Caught in the split second when-
all time meets.
To see me is to watch me move. Still,
never.feel me. I rest
disconnect. No person closer to I
than an abstract in the mind. So
concrete a real dimension.
Divine sense of self. Not to brag, but,
the passion is found.
The only reason towaketomovetobreathto be.
Sounds familiar so familiar.
Addict.
The word traces my lips with purpose,
a knowing submission to the
only reason I live.