The Dormant King

A fleeting escape from noise into self-awareness, before reality quietly settles back in.

Where I am now, I am King.

Noise distracts me no more,
unfiltered static,
where people talking to me are me.

Gaze into infinity, sinking,
yet hoisted in self-exploration,
The dormant alive King!

That memory, nearly forgotten,
a side smirk of lived times,
lost times, gaze lowered.

Slow scanning the room,
shallow breathing, a gallic shrug,
for I was where I was.

Silicone pressed against ears,
head tilted back, against my palm.
My gaze hides behind eyelids.

The only screens I see are
projections of a life lived,
harmonized by the music.

Apparitions lead me,
through paths I'd never been,
luminated by fireflies.

Lucidity surrounds my mind,
thoughts converge,
a glint of light in my gaze.

Noise roused me awake,
but that is fine,
for I have what I need.

Where I am now, I ain't King.
Just muddled thoughts,
and ideas never-lingering.

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

There’s a drifting lucidity here, a mind lit from within “luminated by fireflies” before the world returns. I loved that gentle rise and fall... a quiet crown, briefly worn.