Beam Me Up Scotty! ;-)

It’s self-fulfilling, the perpetual motion 

made possible by diving all the way to the bottom, 
growing feathers and flying right back to the summit.

It’s buoyant. It’s fucking on the stairs 
whilst knowing 
your parents will knock any minute.

It’s seeing where the bones go, 
where the birds dive, finally after hovering, 
umming, erring, working out when 
to make the move that changes 
the name of the day.

It’s peeking at the last page. 
It’s being left in a room, 
blindfolded with your hands free.

It’s feeling every wave walking through you, 
shaking hands with every you in every universe.

It’s being the ghost in the room 
filling in, fleshing out in front of everyone 
and switching off again like a dream 
at the click of a morning alarm.

It’s my finger on the pause button 
whilst watching the atom 
split.

Nothing else but stillness, 
the completeness of ‘yes’ 
in my ear, 
death’s cold lips down my neck.

It’s as close as I can get.