Domicile

Domicile                            11/18/2015

I have dreamed many dreams

While I skipped through conversations

Imagining more than I heard

And forgetting more than I learned.

Streaming over and under

I never knew the crucial parts

Missing the mundane but essential details

For living in the now.

I was only sleepwalking

And sometimes I sleep still

Lost in texture, color, and shape

More than what is expected

Or required.

I wanted a feeling

And I wanted the sensation

But failed to participate

Much less anticipate.

Oblivious and self-absorbed

I perceived not the threat

Easing up behind me

With a smile on their face.

Only awakened

When mortally wounded

Writhing on the floor

Feebly waving my arms

And drowning in blood.

Close enough to touch

But never enough to have

I remain alive

And alien in my bones.

A ghost hovering

Over a lifeless body

Crippled and paralyzed

Yet still breathing

And believing.

Not quite dead

But neither fully alive

Suspended in game of madness

Like an alien in a jar.

It hurt for the longest time

But now, I have found contentment,

And patience

At last thankful

Behind my eyes.

In my castle

And behind the veil

A secret in the dark

Hidden in a chest.

Changing, growing

Watching and waiting

Stretching out a wounded wing

Strong as iron  

In word and prayer.