IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS

I want to hear the sky speak
of birds flying,
of being blue.
Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
and its encompassing heat.
I want to hear the sky mention
the Earth’s crying rivers
sing the songs of understanding.
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused about where
we have come from?
~~~
I want to taste
humanities flavors,
caress
each human story
as they pass from mouth to mouth,
relating untold dramas of
Art and Science developed
eons ago on some distant
ocean loving beach.
~~~
I want to reach into TIME,
touch its thoughts
as it beats, beats, beats
continuously.
Faster, then slowly,
as it is eaten by a spiraling black hole.
I want TIME
to teach me the way Haiku is
spoken on the Martian dunes.
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused about where
we are going?
~~~
It’s not subliminal
I am seen as criminal,
a public enemy
just for trying to see
beyond this horizon,
beyond this “Trail of Tears”
and human fears.
Beyond my atomized existence
and the farthest shore.
Oh yes, and more
where at our human core
we touch each heart
with struggles’ fire
and thirst for shooting stars.
~~~
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused?
Walking their “Green Mile”?