Dissonance

I awakened one day to find most others asleep

Memories of the past I did not keep

What is this place? What brought me here?

The connection between the aphotic and fear.



I existed in this place of variable awareness

At times control, others none

Where does the difference lie, I wonder

When did this knowledge begin (begun?)



I witnessed ideas I feared and loved,

Situations that could not be explained,

I felt I was in this place before

In a world cold, trapped and chained.



Here, however, I was free

But this freedom was bound with a price

For when awareness outweighed all else

I saw everything.



Memories incorporeal, drifting

In the tapestry of all existence, converging

And into web-like forms dispersing

A voice out of the chaos pulling

And softly singing “Good morning.”