What I want is to open up,
to merge my body
with the energy around me,
to clean my subconscious
and burn the clutter in ritual,
to open my vocal chords
and hear the universe expand,
to inject my veins with sunlight
and bask in my aura’s glow,
to become my breath
and exhale myself into Times Square
and wait for strangers to inhale,
to hallucinate the story of myself
until I open my eyes
and realize that I was dreaming,
to dissolve
into particles of awareness
and wake up inside a womb.

James McCrae