Flamingo Syndrome

I awoke to find

  All motion had stopped.

Still

   There were forests 

In my ears

  But they had gone 

Quiet 

  Their slow rush 

Severed

  By a city’s worth of

Steps

  Rising out from

Every   

    Mouth.  

Broken down,

              I was stranded,

      Knee-deep, 

In my own sweat.

      Squeezed out,

Over trying to reconcile,

      The atomic

Split, 

      Between 

    Self-awareness,

      And Self 

Consciousness.

It was then 

                      I bowed down 

           To myself

                      and heard 

        The murmur 

                     of moving water.

         A river that ran 

                       through the trees,

        Where dreams 

                       are caught 

         In the grass 

                       like frogspawn,

        And held       

                      like the body 

        Of another 

                       soon to hatch 

        Where it will catch