Like A Giant

Sometimes when I write. I feel awakening. First slight tremors precipitating wakefulness. Minds eye opens partially. Begins to see dimly. Affixing orientation. Yet time takes away. Eroding as hunger waves eating absorbing exposed threatened coastline. It encroaches sucks sustenance embodying being. Frenzied eating out tormented fertile land. Time has no space open vacant for self inspection. All is full stretching out unbroken as unyielding as grey empty sea. Minds eye opens partially. Begins to see dimly. Affixing orientation. At best a meditational testing of disembodied atmosphere with faint feeble stirrings. Before cast blinking back into caverns catacombs forged in forgetful memoryless sleep. Memoirs memorant seeding symbolic stories told from ascendant antiquity presently sprung to mind. Mention ascribing earlier fact embedded myth recorded cross-over in age influencing Hellenic mystic Greece. Elysium. Sponge expunge. Cleanse erase obliterate. Bathing in Elysian Fields floods brain cells out. Styx river washing out weaned melted memories. Sometimes when I write. I feel first breaths precipitating awakening. Like a sleeping giant I stir slightly. Stretch forth my finger. Yet no time place is found held within this world age for me. Belong dwell linger. There is no place for realization, fulfillment, to release enraptured being. Life is fretted in employed sleep drugged shadows. Remains no time allowing artistry, youth spent swiftly lost. Played out broken beached vessel. Yet know now if woke world would rock. Beneath neath quaking concussions echoing mine resonating feet. Feel seeping consciousness within. Life my life is but a breath. Only first breath. Nothing more. Past giants have gone lost in mists depths echoing forth from antiquity. Giants of unknown undreamt Mind, still unborn, with will defining dawn. Shall rise with genius etching light. In future age when man walks tall to heights yet unattained. Copyright © Terence George Craddock http: //www.poemhunter.com/terence-george-craddock/