Sibilant striations vibrate
Through a thought-wrought
Filigree of images,
Macrame'd memories,
Electrified montages
Crackling in and out of focus.
Word-fish shoals shimmer,
Bank away, come back, gone.
What? Missed it! Who?
Silent depth charges boom
Roiling shadow-thunder echoes
A concussive thrust
Boiling towards Up!
Ice-fire ripples
Coruscate left and right as
A thousand mirror shards
Gyrate, weightless, in the blue.
Up! becomes a pull,
Insistent, demanding, Now!
Mind-sharks circle below,
In easy ellipses.
As time strobes and you breach,
Gasping, hanging from the Real,
Plucked from the seize,
Consciousness flapping on the bottom
Of the bed.
Awake.
Good Morning.
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