Awaken

troubled tales unfold somewhere down in the realm of dreams and tricking beats most days begin this way, hiding, beneath the quilt, submerged in layers fluid flows against the slant of tilt, coalescing with warm moist arousal something rises from the deep with a dim sense of self still kicking sheets my who, my where, my when is warped, whirling and twirling in time reversal observe, as scenes shift in apparent random sequence so unsettling scary run through the strangely familiar running, running, running float out beyond a murky leap fro danger in sublime rehearsal to break surface instantly, suddenly exposed protruding shoulder cold left-over feelings endure, mood colouring unexplained demeanour afterthoughts flood in, disturbing the mixing broth with incoherent desire flummoxed flung, strewn scattered stones where tumbling boulders rolled my bleary one eye blinks, shafts of light revealing cruelly crude occasion as the external world forward-beats tick-tocking the moment ever-present memories merge and play imagined expectation my companion travels in close, touching skin soothing this rude invasion dawn greeting, outstretched arms uplifted open to the blowing sky wild branches sway, apple fruit swinging joyous before the fall little birds dart for cover, bigger wings flapping off to hidden roosts ominous rain precipitates, stirring the mud into uncertainty the hope of knowing why