Tuesday, January 29, 2013


I was not alone when I awoke
and it was not just my conscious mind
my emotions wondering out there somewhere

We have this spirit to create
and it tackles us in the night
pulls us from the ground, we are earthworms

I had this conversation with a friend
that consciousness is only when we wake up from a nap
and then we are conscious then until we die
There is no potential for spirit

Trying endlessly, so I think, to awaken from a dream
to spirit that is divine
to try and resurrect myself from my sleep
the pillow that smothers me in its automatic embrace

It is all we can do, then, for a moment
to know it is possible
for in the moment to awaken
and look at one's self
before the moment is gone
not to be resurrected