the space between dreams and nightmares

flirting with change i ride the wave.
irrepressible bursts of liquid flame –
reach into my stomach and head and toes –
and tingle the depths of my heavy soul.
tears rush to my glands but stop at the exit.
both heaven and hell remain sympathetic.
im awake. im alive. im excited. im scared –
that theres no space at all between dreams and nightmares.