The dawn of insight

It crawls between the thin membrain between the skull and the lobes
You can almost see the sun as you climb the steep slopes
Things like luck and begging for a buck kept you still static
Though rushing 5am till eight at night made you frantic

The shakes and shivers over a days harsh visions
Mulling over those set in stone decisions
Delving into a classic painting of a reflection
Trying to extract at least a gram of direction

Night bites down with the kind of dreams that boom in the lobes
hitting you with impact quickening your shock as images slow
Suddenly a spark leaps from your muddled perception
It lands between the poles and rolls over them like nukes
Cooking your beliefs and conjuring firey phantoms and spooks


At the dawn of insight a gate opens over your awareness
A question wounds you deeply and leaves you in despair
You wake as the sun appears
Knowing a new you, as the new day nears