Waiting to be Seen

In this sea of 1s and 0s

My legs struggle to find their bearing.

My voice however

Refuses to be tamed.

Even in dreams,

the songs of that Great siren

reduces the very foundation of my imagination

into rippling water.

My dainty wrist firmly in her grasp,

She drags me levels through of consciousness.

REM to NREM1

Must I defeat her?

Must I, the undeafened,

Turn my silver dagger

And place it at her throat.

Alas, I am never awarded the attempt.

For as soon as my nimble fingers clasp it’s hilt

her pure feathers initiate their escape

Mobilize…….Testudo

Here Even.

In these lines,

She is found.

Inhale, Exhale.