After Awakening From A Sleep Poem by Riano Harp

After awakening from a sleep
The loneliness of God scorched my eyes,
Grains of light distilled violet-petals
To steams and liquids with thorny stems,
Softening dry tongues of Dawn to keep
The pierced duvets made from tears
Of sand, the promonteries we stand upon;
All images consume themselves
In devastating festivals
Terminal by memory's phosphor,
Words reflect the life they inscribe,
Before writing, gold embryos,
Begin to exist as something else
other than themselves. Everything is the
Reaction to variations of
Solitude; in this drunken splendour,
sinking away like the relevance of
Meaning - I never feel alone -
Such declarations guarantee the
Comedy of existence, the inevitable
Reflection which is forever changing
According to my yawns, the laws
Of universal isolation dependent on
A breast it never knew it created
(Or does, is this why, only suppose?)
For supposition seems to be the erection
Of definiteness, now as solid as this dream
Of smoke.These memories are eternalised
By being forgotten, the mortality of
Nothingness suspends itself as morning.
Oh Mother, will I ever return? ...