Walking this Earth may have no real meaning but we're all here.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Unconscious by Trevor Chalifour

It starts with dark
peaceful as it is
from many nights
of anticipating and mediating

Imaginary thoughts, adroit and putrid
in which are sometimes saved,
sometimes stored away
in our minds never to be remembered

Lay straight or pilgrimage
excrete lather, norm tepid, or shudder
the body does as it wishes
for its power is unconscious

To cease sleeping and meet the world
the mind is back and thoughts begin
it seems so impetuous
it starts with light