Ripped Awake

And the waking from you was painful.
My drowning-dream, you comforted me,
for far too long, stones in pockets,
I wa(d/it)ed in the river.
And the picture I posed,
the italics embroidered on
the uniform I wore,
they were mine, I held them to me like a





                       heartbeat





So what now? Light stabs the eyelids,
time slithers round my tongue, what am I to do
in the wide world of senses and dimensions?
I find myself stammering through my thoughts.
There is no trust for my own small mind.
Possibilities are endless, are impossible, are
                    (frightening)and doable and I'm lost
in wakefulness.



Paralyzed by freedom.
Haunted by my drowning-dream.
And then the moment:


I take


a step