P a s s i n g . . .
Thoughts so far removed that
Dreams can never reach them
Just residue, a fragrance
Clinging to darkness
A distant spark!
Panic ignited streaks flash madly through slumber
Chaos seeking order, more flashes! Movements!
Time emerges from the shadow of boundless nowhere
Senses stir, grasp for comfort, groping for patterns,
Feelings seek meaning
Cognitions prickles open like pins and needles
Echoes fall down distant chambers
Confusion bursts on the din of all thing
Scrambling to their places
Nebulous conscious condensing
Warm crisp sparkles
being... BEing... BEING
Floods synapses from every side
I am asleep, or was...
Eyelids flutter, search for clock.
Why so dark outside?