Follow Your Dreams Avalanche
Her Body's a temple. Her blood is the atmosphere.
The thin air's the monitor and I'm struggling, backpacking here.
Her breath pattern is the wind chill factor
that makes me feel like a particle of skinless matter.
The drip of morphine is precipitation occulting
into a snowstorm, while I'm facing the whole thing.
I run my hands up her arms all the way past the cracks in her cheeks
with no safety line to the path of her peak.
I've got gravity beat - she's holding me up with one hand in her sleep.
The doctors are so busy that I practically freeze
into an act or a scene where I'm in a stationary moment
while my surroundings are racing where they're going.
A cynical humorist might call this a freeze frame.
Her temperature spikes and sweat dollops where she lays.
In her sleep, she squeezes my palm from a deep pain -
and when she wakes up its like I'm falling for Jean Grey.
Locked eyes with the Phoenix - radiating the highest of fevers
and lost her soul between the I.V. and needles.
It's like her head is out to lunch but her smiling is seamless.
At the same time someone else's mother is crying in pieces -
Causing an empty echo that starts dividing the peak tips.
Precipitation turns to snowfall and the sliding increases.
I keep ascending the limits against all resistance
by making jokes that distract her medical interests.
When the doctors finally come, I've got frost bite and lost focus,
and all they admit is that they cant decide the prognosis.
Inside I've exploded - blood boils enough to melt a path to the top,
but I'm facing a snowball effect that hasn't yet stopped.
There's a doctor who wants to send her home with me,
prescribe painkillers, and let her go to sleep.
There's surgeons who want her for an over-night stay,
and she's looking for me to go the right way.
A growing migraine peaks at this point. I'm holding my brain -
feeling so hot headed that in the cold it might break.
We close the curtain to discuss treatment and facts and stance -
Cliffhanger style in the steepest, sleekest, most freezing known habitat.
Ascent to the summit inside The Being when panic lands.
I'm a rock of ice that a myriad of feelings will travel past.
Clear my mind, before I concede and it has me trapped -
As my own enemy I need to realize its just me and the avalanche.