My Wish

I must be distracted currently, constantly
by some buzzing, numbing insect, or perhaps
an elephant in the room
Because on my own, I haven't felt anything
in a long, long time,
nothing pure, undiluted, and powerful.
I have drawn from song and film but
alone, nothing springs, no flames or jets
no geysers or earthquakes
and the thought makes me hollow.

I want a color to fill me to the brim
so fast that it erupts from me and fills all the pots
for miles, miles
with a distilled hue
that bubbles knee-deep on the ground
so none may walk without being dyed with it,
or filled, if they let it rise in them as well

I want so badly to feel
some energy unimaginable bursting
inside of my rib cage,
To see it shining out as brightly as the sun
To hear it roaring in my ears like a waterfall
And to know, undoubtedly, that
this is something that doesn't come along often at all,
But that I wish it would.
That I wish it would--
so--
bad--