Stim

You tell me to "sit still"

but I'm lost now

off the ground running

swimming in a river of sound

exploding with sensation 

pouring from my pores

a song blaring in each ear 

and clamoring in my mind

color bouncing off 

the mirrored Dyson sphere

I seem to have been trapped inside

building speed

I race a circular path

instantly stopping at the apex

plummeting 

as my centripetal force wanes 

finally breaking through 

diving into the starry void

floating free and slowly pirouetting

imperceptibly moving towards my goal

yet always frozen 

posed and glorious 

power locked 

until I reach the warmth 

of the beating heart

inside the music score

every pumping revivifying beat

now spontaneously controlling 

hands, head, and feet

wildly firing synapse

vitalizing sound and movement 

until the maddening storm passes

K.B. Silver