Wake brain
Poem by Roger Iredale
WAKE BRAIN,
DRAW BREATH,
CRY LIFE
Return once more to consciousness, the roar
of being, of seeing half-bright galaxies
roaming overhead, of struggles in foaming
floods of alien words, new faces, birds
at daybreak, trees, the joy of laughter, bees,
and tales of mystery, imagination, history.
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