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.
Copyright © Almney King | Year Posted 2012
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