ARTE + de michael james hawk
we awaken (2006)

we awaken

&
it's all
vision & sound:

(morning
does not yet
know our name)

i perceive a birdsong,
triangulate where it
should be

& sunlight on my eyelids

(moments pass
before i recall
it's the sun)

i open my eyes

& see clarities:

invisible spaces
anchored
by things, objects

(my room, perhaps,
with shards of star?)

the lungs inflate,
the brain crests

&

"what was the dream?
the world beckons, with its
trivialities
& cups of coffee

yet i feel the narrative
so deeply...

it leaves me, now,

(leaving me)

&

i
am

empty."


ii.
i walk into the world
with its trees & sidewalks

the sun literally vibrates

i see sidewalk demarcations,
the mason's handiwork
toward forever

& follow them
to the looming city
writhing organism
on eyebrow of time

i become that city:

the city becomes mind

there are others like me
(in different clothes)
hunching, dreaming
idiosyncratic dreams

creating new thought
within their own skulls:
scanning,
carving sense of it all

i begin to realize
where i stand in their hierarchy:
what my status is, who i am
to these people

they see me
(now) naked in sunlight,

organize
me with their faces
& eyes

(ironic, as i cant
see myself!)

i take their non-verbal cues
as tributes & testaments
of myself

& signify my judgements
as well

we do this to each other,
incessantly,
every minute of every day

& bid to
carry on.


iii.
night enfolds
the vision

our exhaustion
lets us breathe

the dream is coming,
just beyond the horizon

we look forward to it,
celebrate its arrival

now women
truly are beautiful
children truly are cute
cafes truly are functional

art is truly joyous,
cities are truly miraculous
with their deft choreographies


iv.
in my exhaustion
i glimpse the moon

&
(for a moment)
i become
meta-physical:

what exactly is this moon -
& this universe?

what is my destiny
as an atom of earth?

how can my world start
in clouded dreams
& end
in sober realizations
that i am brutally infinitesimaly
small?


v.
psychological
journey through our
daily time -

such an existential
enterprise,

this life!