patiently 

waking up from a coma

forgetting where the door handle is 

yes, the one that can get you out

into the the light

how bright and warm it is

how different it is to be 

reflected in the light

smiling

what does this feel like?

how long have i been under?

how long have i grown accostomed to things that take a lot of effort?

it would make me cry to see a different way

still so hard to imagine

and yet that is the gift

eyes that open to see dazzling 

to see wonder

an infinite staircase ascending into the sky descending into the earth

and lifted from the depths of nowhere

a type of intangibility 

like lifting a bright floating flower

open my mouth to speak but the words are rusty illformed

i realize it will be a while until i can truly say what i feel

but the world does not know that

and animals, plants, creatures of all sorts lean in for storytime

coaxing speech from an infant who feels more at home in laughter

quiet stares

point to what you notice

befriend what isn’t there

because it is and maybe sleep has made me see in different amber light

where have i been?

where is this place i’ve been dreaming of?

how do we get there?

walking along the path distant beauty 

out of reach seemly and stretch as if to make connection

listening close to this 

and remembering not to forget to remember 

to remember what it is like to not understand 

to not know

to not know what you see 

or how you would describe it

and a gentle comfort you could sink into as you wait patiently

wait for the thing you want to say

the voice to use

the beauty to convey

remember to do that once you learn

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calling echoes

walking through a deep valley

down at the bottom

echoes of voice

reberate through what is dimly lit

echoing song

through the mist

like a voice forgotten 

a memory 

calling

moving forward 

mesmerized by the echoing walls

mountains singing

they whisper back

they help you to remember 

to return

calling

as you step down the path

looking at the cliffs that climb up above

and the cool air drifts into the passage

it rustles in leaves 

moving through

the bite of the cold against the skin

and a chorus singing

in harmony

which warms the spirit 

guides the way

though the murky landscape

into the unknown 

calling echoes

walking through a deep valley

down at the bottom

echoes of voice

reberate through what is dimly lit

echoing song

through the mist

like a voice forgotten 

a memory 

calling

moving forward 

mesmerized by the echoing walls

mountains singing

they whisper back

they help you to remember 

to return

calling

as you step down the path

looking at the cliffs that climb up above

and the cool air drifts into the passage

it rustles in leaves 

moving through

the bite of the cold against the skin

and a chorus singing

in harmony

which warms the spirit 

guides the way

though the murky landscape

into theunknown 

power of music

music flows from the windows

and the bad notes

fall flat to ground

stick to the walls with their sharp edges

digging into the deep parts of soul

and hitting high notes that might make weaker folk

faint from the lack of security with the intensity if feeling

that sound

that voice carries

across ocean waves

through valleys

from the highest sea cliffs 

to the lowest floors of the desert floor

tops of pine trees and cypress needles vibrate with 

beautiful melody and harmony 

when voice sings loud and clear

the darkest parts of the world shaking

because light has found a way in

the place of hidden echoes

there’s a place few know about

it’s a special place where

sound 

echoes into forever

it gets etched into time

it’s a place where you can shout at the top of your lungs

you can tell the world anything in this place

and voice reverberates across land

across water

it echoes and barks back at you

the loudness of this voice becomes 

incredibly 

amplified 

it takes a while to get used to this sound 

the intensity of this sound

it shakes the foundations of being

it breaks all that is flimsy 

made with no foresight

no inclusivity in mind

the only thing that remains

is that which is truly essential 

what brings us forward 

what inspires us

you could sing into this space

and your voice would be joined by a harmonious choir

working together

to make beauty

an all encompassing

fluid song

voice fills your body

and your eyes open

sound that lasts forever

music keeps playing

echoing

twisting

drifting

turning

transforming

into the endless space