Gifted...

It is the sweet taste of colors and shapes
splashing on your tongue.
It is the rough touch of reality
scraping,
scratching,
clawing
relentlessly at the idealistic dimensions
wavering and flowing within your mind.
It is the sour stench of
wind, fire, water, and Earth
rotting and rusting beneath the
plight and destruction of human ignorance.
It is the sight of blinding waves
of pulsing photons bombarding into the pupils,
paralyzing your Occipital lobe
into a glitching seizure.
It is the deafening clamor of
bangs bells rings rumbles clings clanks voices cars freeways people...
and everything!
It is the feeling of overwhelming joy and marvel:
ideas buzzing, beeping, and bustling
in a piercing and perpetual swarm within your head.
It is the breathtaking exhilaration
of lightning firing inside your mind,
blood-
streaming with sparking neurons.
Electricity discharging at
anti-matters of reality;
martial atoms vibrating,
detonating defenses
of your inner realm of freedom-
electrifying every
breath
stolen from the circuits on the wind
into the eternal pamphlet of human ingenuity
like Time is stolen into
reality
imprisoned by
Time
in everything,
though your mind
is freely  timelessly  eccentric.
It is as if it were
the quantum foam in which
packets of energy
randomly erupt
into an expanding, accelerating, dense cosmos
that is your mind's
spacetime.
Anticipation lurking inside some
Primeval atom
tussling with explosive potential of
energies burning with
innovation and passion.
Radical theories,
revolutionary ideas,
groundbreaking discoveries
crashing within your cosmos.

Though you are always cautious...

because at any moment,
the dark matter
pushing and guiding your cosmos
becomes a teeny-weeny bit too
intoxicated from feeding off of
the energy swimming through you.
Your energy could build
into a fire-breathing, roaring
black hole
that sets an inferno
within your cosmos until the
LIGHT NOISE NUMBERS PATTERNS COLORS WORDS SHAPES IDEAS
are all BLARING, BLASTING, and BOOMING
in a thunderous harmony
until finally all of the atoms
within your brain
are sucked away...
And all of the energy and power
are compressed into an atomic bomb
that ignites an ear-splitting explosion
deep within you
until your extraordinarily
picturesque simulation
of a googolplex of pixels
that constitute the
major motion picture
that is
your imagination
slowly drains
into your veins
and gradually seeps
through your skin
until your entire being
is drowning in
smoke and steam
from the sweat
coalescing onto your spirit
as the remnants
of yet another cycle,
remaining until
your
new
cosmos
is born.
It inherits
every single
string within
every single
atom of the
previous cosmos,
and the cycle continues
until there is not one atom of oxygen left in your body
because apparently,
the powerful intensity
and energy
of a gifted child
is too
brilliant and
blindingly bright
to contently be contained...

Not even
for just one infinity
to obey
the laws of physics
that govern the universe.

But what does that matter to you?

Your universe
has its own
set of laws.