From nothingness in dreamless slumber <br />Three-quarter-year devoid of light. <br />Thought wakens spawned from gurgled voices <br />Whispered … yet … similiar sources, <br />Familiar...familial…ancestral…filial <br /> <br />Each voice imparts some ancient wisdom. <br />In satchels packed for journey’s end <br />Surrounded by a genteel throbbing <br />Slowly drums the tympanum… <br />D’dum, … d’DUM, …d’DUM, …D’dum. <br /> <br />Upward…, onward, rhythm driven. <br />Compelled by roiling dream to motion. <br />No longer at ease in shapeless mass <br />Too cumbersome … but more …at last. <br /> <br />The genesis of consciousness. <br />Attracted to the sucking dawn <br />Expelled into its vacuous yawn <br />Pushed and pulled forth from the night <br />To flow on dreams into the light <br />…on crimson streams into the light.<br /><br />Alto Lee Thomas, Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seasons-spring/
