Joy surges through you
after a winter of brokenness,
when you thought such emotion had dissipated.

It was waiting within you, hibernating –
in the sacrum, in the hips, in the core –
ready to roar.

Society, technology and Elon Musk cannot defeat it;
nor Trump descending his golden escalator.

It arises here and now,
within and beyond your flesh,
outshining sorrow and suffering

I’ve been the underground man for too long
wrapping every experience up in thought and deconstruction

You must move. Energy wants to express itself outwards, not congeal inwards

Is this jouissance? Perhaps so:
an energy beyond pain and pleasure,
borne in the charnel ground.

Hulk-like vitality
My pale face fills with colour

Romantic love may be a supernova,
but the red dwarf of electric joy
exists within each of us, self-sustaining.

We are made of sunlight.
The star’s old fire lives in our blood.
Let’s keep it burning

Will the drug addict on the sidewalk in Berlin
witness the luminosity beneath his trauma?

Kali waits, ready to wound,
to destroy, to create, to love.