Stop Free Wake upÉ wake up. I am not asleep anymore counting the innumerable
signs of endless grief,
gaping hills soaring to the bottom,
and green escapes going through infinite lights. I am a moment and a breath taken away only to be held onto as tight as misfortune. This moment I am intrigued by all of the falling stars hitting the earth as debris would. I am not anticipating the next page already knowing it was ripped out of my eternity. The eternity that looks for more of a steady pace. The counting and remembering that only holds time. I am every kamikaze fire bird
that bolts head first into the earth
but returns ascending
reaching that indigo extension like a boomerang. Boundless dreaming turns into something impossible. I am, stop free, my eyes are open.
© Joshua Burton