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
Photo by Elia Pellegrini on Unsplash
The Artist From The Inside Out 
Oo, I love the lyricism of each line and how the flow of this piece whips past yet also leaves space to explore the imagery!
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🙏🏻 Thanks very much, Jaya. I’m so glad you enjoyed this one!
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This one deserved two reads, Jay. Powerful words. I hope we all have moments we experience the utter saturation of life.
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Thanks so much, Diana. I really appreciate your stopping by and giving your thoughts. 🙋🏻♂️
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Oh your ending lines reverberate in my life:
“saturating my brain/ unlike all those moments—
I neglected to care for/ back in the day. ”
Slow saturation, I think it probably lasts for a lifetime… I enjoyed this Jay…
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Thank you, Karima. I agree, it is a slow burn often.
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