I Found Myself Buried

I was naked, around twilight,

Covered in dirt and leaves

Having been buried alive,

By life buried.

A crawling mass of moist earth

Composed of dismembered deaths,

Colonies of feeding decomposers,

And my own fragile ego.

I must have sunk

From grace down to dirt

And been planted face-down,

Neglected and self-misused.

I suppose I slept

Because I dreamed vividly

In colors more vibrant and varying

Than I ever felt before.

I’d visited myself,

Seen the spectrum of my being

Like so many blends of fantasy and memory

Shifting perpetually within.

Only after waking

I recognize the implication

Of finding myself alive,

Head-first buried in a hole.

 

 

Wake Me Up

Musings

Half remembered, half wandering day dreams

Hours at a time suspended

Consciously awakening as I’m nearly asleep

 

A small flame burns

A brilliant candle in a chaotic void

Somehow still clinging to life

After all these years of neglect

 

Sensations dim, emotions encroach

Repressed dimensions of personality re-surface

Alive at last, gasping on that first breathe

Frightened, ashamed, too much too fast

 

A wandering mind asleep

Dreaming of lives it wished it lived

In worlds where every chance was fair

And supreme comfort was attainable

 

Lift me up

Cradle me gently in arms of flowers

Safe from threat of injury and distress

Convince me that it isn’t just a dream