I woke up to another morning
or rather I was awake
till the breaking of dawn,
Oh but what is
awakening,
If I may think
though the mind is filled
with loud piercing sounds,
sirens and screams
and the eyes filled
with flowing red and flowing
black and flying debris
who can think of sleeping?
If I could find and reach
an old wooden bench
in a garden peaceful
or by a silent empty
roadside lined shaded
with Çinar
and I could feel safe
in lonely comfort
Whose bench is this?
who placed it here?
who was so kind?
who cared for the old?
But still if I find
would I be able to
sit awhile awaiting the
closure of my laden eyes
for long awake on foamy floor
fearing the crashing of the door
with all the floods storms
and earthquakes I know
the Beast is somewhere near
and so
I cannot think of sleeping
am I awake to the Truth?
Could someone tell me
If I do find
on an old wooden bench
what is real awakening?
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