Influx

Might my head - my mighty head -
simmer down in silent stead
drawing freehand waving line
flawing through this brain o'mine
on loosely tethered lifeline
 watch the wildchild's birthing
*
Ooh and it's nice out here I think I'll stay for a while
*

 (every possibility at most
some fifty nanometers close
the whole universe in one atom
almost impossible to fathom)

Hear my soul - my soaring soul- 
 cut the cords and yield control
be shapes that I have never seen
in places I have never been
just let it be don't intervene
I Am the wildchild surfing

I.A.m