When Volition Happens

When the world tips
When your legs buckle
When the blood that floats your eyes
Spins into the flash of dizziness
You have a choice to either
Knot together
Or ooze into the mist

Walking on the dock
I walked against the tilt
There was a blood rush
And for a moment

I struggled to the upright
There were flashes of yellow light
I suppressed in my skull

I walked the foggy morning
The next day
It was morbid curiosity
I stepped the fog to the dock
There again there was yellow light
And I swam in the cosmos
I was warm in the transcendental

In the moment
I was lost in God's instant
I felt the spin of existence's thrust
The turn of the sky folded into the fog
I gave into nothing mattered
There was a flash of dark
Then there was the splash of cold