There is a momentbetween waking and sleeping
when I know something unknowable,
when I experience something with no name,
no language to describe it,
an invention not yet invented.
A thought outside my brain
beyond intelligence, beyond human comprehension.
Is it God? Is it the power of the subconscious?
Or is it what I knew before
the waters of the womb spit me out
into the light and chaos of the world?
4 comments:
I was reading an article tonight on the same subject. Well done in poetry.
Thanks once again.
Ah, your words are flowing now! Yes, if only we could grasp that sense of knowing and hold onto it, carrying it into the waking hours.
Very nicely written.
This beautifully captures that disorienting, mysterious moment.
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