SATURATION #poetry by jay

Saturation comes in quiet realizations
blanketing the soul you left behind/ in haste
on annunciations of your lack of caring/ of giving a shit

about the effect it had on you—

to jolt you like a wicked bolt of lightning/ into a reckless oblivion
a mainlining of pure rage/ into your veins/ then lost
to that perpetual joke of a chase/ of the good life.

Hell—the saturation blessed you/ it pummeled into you
an existence of God/ God in your way/ slow/ steady/ feeling the pain 
not by happenstance/ by southwest by 66/ but by love—

it saturated you like a slow-moving train
an experience of electric/ shooting into me/ a wave/ of enlightenment 
saturating my brain/ unlike all those moments—

I neglected to care for/ back in the day. 

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

revised 1-21-22

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