Unfolding

 Singing invocations to the power to wake up that brings you into consciousness,  

Let me see the dawn  

Before quickly it disappears, followed by a stupor that subsumes my being.  

I must be alert to what I am waking up through my invocations.  

I am riddled and puzzled,  

Not knowing what is spinning and why.  

Small unsteady vapours seem to blind me.  

I am busy solving these riddles, do I really do that?

The poem aims to capture the ephemeral nature of consciousness and the struggle to grasp its fleeting moments. 

The delicate transition from sleep to wakefulness, the urgency to capture the clarity of dawn before it fades, is emphasised. The poem expresses a need for awareness and understanding amidst the confusion and obscurity of consciousness. It hints at a deeper philosophical inquiry into the nature of reality and self-awareness, as well as the constant challenge of deciphering life's mysteries.