slumber

a question 

of our time

it seems..

are we in slumber..?

Is this

a failure of 

distinction..

gray boring blends..?

Or..

does our slumber

rest on

stark distinctions

organic explosions

expressed flesh and blood..?

What if..

this frame and wheels

assembled and with

waking motion--

a strong push
this wagon given..

along a path

toward the light...?