Awaken

I wish to rise out from the atmosphere Where we claim the impossible. I wish to inhale the newest of breaths, Open my previously gray eyes- Unstoppable to see things veiled to those immature. I wish to rise beyond temporal grief, Erupt through the sensitives of hostility and desire. I wish to witness the miracle of a vile, twisted seed Replanted upright, then bloom between the eves of anguish and rage. I wish to rise with the sun And let my arms be motionless around Those who have laid their wounded eyes upon the horizon. There , under the temperate glow, They will become temperate themselves, Become tamed in a disheveled time. They will be awakened such as I have been awakened, And we will be watchful as the remaining others Fade further into the distance And further into the atmosphere where They claim the imposible.