ongiara

i became awake,
from a very dark place, a patchwork of fear, of poorly conceived ideas.
with a blister of water, the mark of working hands,
ready to catch, or cut.
the senses aligned, the animal urgency, and voices picked up,
flowing over the static, late, quiet.

i became awake.
fingers are open, eyes they are open, the firing of images, an orchestra of scribbles.
the guts of an engine, the veins of a leaf, light onto paper, exposed.
a filament in a bulb, up above or in the ground.
together we are magic, together we are dreaming, together we reach endlessly,
the center of a seed, so full of possibilities.

i became awake.
i thought i was sleeping, but i was only forming
a structure with no ceiling,
with words like a runway, a cloud of a person drifting away.
i was heavy, but now i am light.
i was heavy, but now i am light.