Monday, August 30, 2010


Wakefulness is a song.
that necessitates the bringing along
of abrupt openness
Yes, I am awake.
My arms are burdened with weights.
I cannot perpetuate this bliss of ignorance.
I am awake for
slavery is slavery
when my mind is shackled.
Do I hear that still?
The still that wills me to propel
beyond these blasted four walls
that stare me in their 
wicked beige
Yes, I am awake.
I see the pantomime.  
I cannot perpetuate the bliss of ignorance.
Where be the stairs that lead to sleep?
The doors are barred
I cannot escape 
being awake.

1 comment:

  1. Very good! This would be a great song! Very contemplative. Thanks for getting me thinking.