THE AWAKENING

I surface towards consciousness, in the wake of an uncertain morning,
As uncertain as the breaths I take, for my breathing sounds to come from afar,
The thoughts I think, too, are quite a way’s away, for I am unable to discern, 
To distinguish the distance from which my mind is letting out these thoughts,
My body has also dispersed into various parts of nowhere,
Leaving me suppressed in this blurry space, in a time span of vagueness,

So vague, in fact, that I find my eyes, but only my eyes, and upon opening them,
Cannot identify the minute movement as a passage of 30 seconds or 30 minutes,
Then again, the movement may not be so minute, nor may my eyes be,
For the deepening light merging into them is of an indescribable shape and size,
However so, it spreads into me, drawing the rest of my lost body back together,
And running chills through my reviving bloodstream like frozen spiders crawling all over,

My thoughts must be touching me harder, for my mind feels closer to me now,
Adjusting the blur and vagueness that haunted me 30 seconds, 30 minutes, or however 
	long ago,
My skin can also feel what my eyes see as I must be relieved from dissociation,
And somewhere in the distance, I feel another deepness of light gleaming at me,
A smaller yet more defined shape of light, with colors melting away from each other as I 
	distinguish the details,
An odd countenance blooming from it as I recognize the reflection of my awakening.

								
© November 19, 2001