The Awakening - Part Iii Poem by Le Griot Electronique

Memories' mind squeeze liquid thoughts
through orificial edges.

Tears now descend
Whimpering begins,
Neither gives clear boundaries of an end.


Lids want to open seeking the Sun....
Yet... When done
I see no one.. not even the Sun...

Morning darkness...
Spiritually sprinkled with awareness.

Memories' eyes now open again to see...
seeking understanding.
Piercing through closed, shuttered, defenseless lids
Intent on enlightening

Remember... seeing the Sun when the RUSH came to escort you in one?
Remember the Sun, from beyond?
I remember seeing the Sun.

Clouded by a watery canvas of life.
Observers...
Onlookers...
All stationed along the edges, CLUELESS to my strife.

Almost as quick as the initial rush,
the canvas speared by grasping hands and fingers,
an arm, a body,
transforming my descent
into buoyant ascent.
A destined life rescued...
and from now on for future decades
its anger at my escape relentlessly lingers.

(continued Part IV)