.
when
did I put myself to sleep
awakening
now feels
like brain nails
points
sprung out dripping and
drinking light
..
oh
thrill
this surging alive
this sudden
awareness: I am
not gone
sunk
merely in stupor
I cast off
by whispering
wings
...
I am
still
the constant
light cloud
tumultuous
eternal
remaining
regenerate
not dead yet
I like your transition form darkness to light. As you emerge from a state of inertia you reclaim your identity and potential you rise with confidence and strength. Well, that's how I read it. Interesting form, very modern.
A good read, thank you. As far as form goes, I see it as free verse and minimalist. I typically find 'the law of my own poems', as Whitman put it.
Interesting. I know everyone says waking up every day is a miracle but it also so monotonous at the same time
It's easy to get stuck and stagnate. There's something to be said for deliberately shaking things up, just to keep moving forward.
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