Solidarity.

An American dollar to my Ugandan shilling,
How I came across this golden purr,
A motorboat in the ocean of strangeness.

But until now,
I never felt good or bad,
Only strange and unprepared.

And when I found a piece of the puzzle,
A sudden turning of gears,
The teeth that fit,
And now I'm giving thanks
To the Ultimately Real
And to coincidental circumstance.
A merchandise line,
A Business Card,
Pancakes.
A fundamental, beautiful,
Instantaneous inner commotion.
A screaming and burning.
I knew it from the start.
An itch almost,
Something I need.
I find myself in a whirlwind,
Sadness doesn't manifest itself
No withdrawals,
Or at least not yet.

A sound escapes my mouth
Through the teeth of a smile.
It is permanent.
We speak of being surrounded
By constant romantic miserables,
A fear of the future,
And then a relapse of synapse,
Until collapse.
And I beg this feeling itself,
Never give way,
Never let me go, never hide or waver.
Just give me another adventure.