7/08/2018

Awake



This morning I awake 
in thrush-pierced silence
at dawn.
For one gracious instant
just before yesterday
plunges its blunt
imaginary blade
back into my
empty heart,
I see quite clearly
that we've all drowned.
For countless aeons
we've been floating
in a sea of beauty
called 'this moment.'
One breath bows
to another.
Blue sky fills my chest.
Then I forget,
because I remember
the weight of the dream.
Some morning,

may I never remember.
And may I never forget
to stay awake.

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