Alarm clock’s buzz
Yanked from one world to another
The first so real but fast fading
A mist in morning sun
What was it all about?
Clutching at straws
Blown by this wind of wakening
Think hard
Grasp the remnants with words
Write them on the beach
That bounds this ocean of unconsciousness
But the very act of naming
Is a wave of willfulness
Erasing the words
As soon as they are formed
Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 1:09 PM UTC
Alarm clock’s buzz
Yanked from one world to another
The first so real but fast fading
A mist in morning sun
What was it all about?
Clutching at straws
Blown by this wind of wakening
Think hard
Grasp the remnants with words
Write them on the beach
That bounds this ocean of unconsciousness
But the very act of naming
Is a wave of willfulness
Erasing the words
As soon as they are formed