conscious?

here. caught in a rainstorm in my tent.
sat. morn. feasted on pancakes with friends.
 
here. sated w/ syrup fried pancake love.
sensing lyrics beyond language
in the groans from above:
 
thunder rolls over, a marble down
stairs. plink-plop rhythm gifted as sound
 
here. I think I am waking up, slow.
I feel waves, which mom & rain wrote. me
too. its origins I do not know.