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