Super Wave Poem by Daaavy Dee

Full, ahead, alive, a super charged wave,

like the last days of Atlantis, like the flash-
point in an orgasm

Awakening primal fear and relief,

Memories, symbols, the history of a second
infinitely divided and served back as a series of Jungian
archetypes into the present

lampposts of entrainment.

They linger, then disappear into the ghost
horizon of a thousand
versions of me that never were.