Sparks.

Humans
Are funny things
Missing things
That never were
Things that faded before they
Came into clear vision

Things that were imaginary

Mostly

Things that were effervescent
Evanescent
Descending before they rose to the middle of the equator
The equation
The pounding
Alternative
Dimension
Where heart meets mind
And mind meets soul
And all of them converge in the reality of your skin's surface
Because what is reality
Anyway
But some Matrix ridden
Anxiety attack
Of nerve endings...

That end up
Somehow
Exactly
Where they began.