Nitrous Oxide N2O

Photo by Asim Alnamat

A chemical, nothing more than physics, an equation so simple we don't know yet how to read/ and when this heady elixir mixes, it turns on all the body’s inside armaments and finely tunes them to safely channel the discharge that sends each pore of your skin tingling with what you wish were an inexhaustible feeling/ drive and focus crystallize throughout the chambers of your blood vessel/ weaponizing the pounding of flesh/ the heart cannibalizing old wounds, lost time, and vagrant scars.

The high beam of fresh eyes and a keen mind are set to scan a renewed image of life's stolen daydream. The focus to cure the world of hunger exist in this mystery now that your own appetite is satisfied by the thought of food not yet taken into the body, moved beyond the physical need/ and carried by what goes unseen by the coax of galaxy’ arm reaching around to enfold your memory with your claim, making it as real as air is necessary in the combustion of fire, capturing this colorless, orderless fume exuded during the excitement of possibilities that are within your grasp and you ignite the would be into existence, catapulting you further than your body’s recommended limits.