I Became Awake

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 if 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 enlessly,

The centre 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