Curled tightly in the dark
familiar, it would be easy to stay and sleep
dormant
passion and hunger grows
curiosity and hope whisper, "more. move."
the warmth and comfort of known beckons complacency
tipping into the vastness of unknown a dream to only tell
no promise
no promise
no promise
secure in the hard core
yet unsettled
aching for the stretch
posturing now for unfurling
each inching steeped in courage
fear remains but loses to exuberance in the reaching past
unbounded
feeling pure space
light appears and dark gets darker
but the beginning is done
and the thirst grows powerful
alone
no promise
alone
there are no limits
there is no blocking
only the dark space
that is now left behind
destined for the sun
armed with a taste for it
the dream is more than sleep
the unknown is here and now
letting go of shells and nets and bars
space is mine
energy, life flows into all that never was
but now
is
simply
by
touching
what was always
there
