the threshold of quantum-leap evolution

THE THRESHOLD OF QUANTUM-LEAP EVOLUTION

Offering myself
as a
guinea pig
for a
new high-tech
imaging device
in exchange
for a
free eye exam &
some dental work
I set off a
red alert.

The doctors
sidestepped
the word
possessed but
something their
machine couldn’t
identify
had built
tiny huts in
my lungs with
thatched roofs
of tobacco leaves.
Also, my
brain was
filled with
words
draped in
dream that
embraced
each other.

The words
seemed to be
pouring in
thru my
eyes &
ears as
sensations,
& after what
the doctors
termed a
gestation period
they’d
melt into my
glottis or
use my
blood cells
as small
boats to
sail into my
fingertips.

All this was
way more
than the
doctors had
bargained for.
They tested me
for drugs &
asked
trick questions
& then they
placed me in
quarantine
for a month.

On the
bus home
after my
release the
little people
who lived
in the
tiny huts
came out
in the
open &
invited
the words to
join them for
a luau, &
after the feast
they began
drawing
crude pictures
in charcoal
on the
back of
the seat in
front of me
of the man the
psychiatrists had
following me,
sitting at the
back of
the bus
pretending to be
engrossed in a
magazine.

Before I
realized it
my fingers had
pulled a
pencil from my
coat jacket &
in the margins
of a newspaper
someone had
left behind
scrawled
the word
run! with
such ferocity
that the
paper tore.

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