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Ephemeral The spark didn’t ask for it Unawareness cannot request its opposite It can only be granted But there he was, enchanted It was a very strange sensation Consciousness, elementary reason There seemed a kind of – pressure From all around, without censure Sensations grew deafening, fierce, Even the soundless pierced It was confusing, terrifying Was this living or was it dying? Movement soon blurred his world Flaring bright, new colors swirled A surge, a force, soon focused him It was his light, aroused from dim He became aware of weightlessness Air currents lifted, so effortless The light below from whence he came Loss and love came from the same He had no memory of a before Only a sense, nothing more But here he was, leaving behind His source of all, not unkind So much, so fast, he couldn’t tell His “mind” knew no place to dwell Still, something there for him to see It attracted him, no need to flee Not without, this vision hence It taxed another, inner, sense A treasure here, new found wealth It was a nascent sense of self As the spark began to see it And at last to even reach it No longer inside to be famished He flickered, struggled... ...then he vanished. |
Additional Notes:
While the the main allegory seems reasonably straightforward to me (of course), a couple of the metaphors leave room for interpretation - deliberately. I look forward to your comments.
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