If you read the original version, it was almost assuredly a series of vignettes of things I thought about while laying awake one night. I suffer from insomnia, so I assume I was sitting there and thinking and et cetera and the poem came out. It however, has no real point outside of a cute few plays on words. This new version has a few new things and the word play is a little more mature instead of "cute".
Awake for 10 minutes, though you couldn't tell, to see me.
In the dark and still, blanketed, staring up at the blank fog
That ceilings become at night, with the lights off, the electric
Fan turned on to drown out the background noise with white.
I count breaths for a while, but those are poor timekeepers.
Am I breathing to the beats or beating to the breathing?
I count cracks that I pretend to see, and ghosts, which I
Disbelieve. I count my needs, diverse things, though
Sloppily. I am awake but still I dream of the first of
Spring, those months ago. Maybe it was May, and the blossoms
Had gone, and the sun was turning past the warmth into
Something much closer to a full noon. Rain was a hint,
Though it was still dry, the red leaves not yet wet,
But maybe soon to shake and fall, at least it would be
Cool for a while. I am awake as I count the blinks. Little
Leaps, dark on darker black, the blank flog goes to sleep.
I have been awake for ten minutes.
I count the breaths I speak under whisper,
I count the fogs
Upon invisible panes of glass
Near cracked and even less that a few feet away.
I count the ghosts.
I count the toys in my addict.
Ten minutes, a lifetime, really...
Slide off the end of memory.
I dream of first of spring in the midst of
Leaves fall in complex chaos
Rain precipts...like a faint mist
I count the blinks between this moment.
I count the thats just alike.
I have been asleep...
10 minute intervals.
One then another.
This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.
"The hidden is greater than the seen."