I Became Awake

Fingers are open, eyes they are open
Flowing over the static, late, quiet
Light onto paper, exposed
With a blister of water
All awake, all awake
And voices picked up

A filament in a bulb, up above or in the ground

The center of a seed, so full of possibilities
Together we are magic, together we are dreaming

With words like a runway
All awake, all awake

Mark of working hands, ready to catch or cut
I was heavy but now I am light
Together we will reach endlessly

I became awake
The guts of an engine, the veins of a leaf
All awake
I became awake
The firing of images, an orchestra of scribbles
A cloud of a person drifting away
A structure with no ceiling
I was heavy but now I am light
Senses aligned, the animal urgency
I thought I was sleeping but I was only forming
Patchwork of fear of poorly conceived ideas

All awake, all awake