too little time, too many metaphors

you make a voyage

to the land that has been your center of gravity

for years now.

you expect refreshment, pleasantries, and the like,

but you find yourself dog-piled by ten times this

and more.

your axons and dendrites cannot handle

what they experienced.

sensorimotor overload.

every moment there, no matter how mundane,

seemed to sink into a deep-seated substrate

like tiles in a game of tetris,

each coming at the right time to the right place,

even the straight, long pieces that you seem to need so often.

never have you felt so acutely your creator's sovereign hand,

even in the ugliest, messiest, most convoluted of latitudes.

it will take days for levity to return,

but, for the fathomless joy you experienced,

you bid levity take its time.