Frozen separately in waking

Frozen separately in waking
Convalescence, base obsession,
   A ritual encroaching on
   Subsistence, living gets replaced.
Corpse-like the results in breaking
Troughs, the vacuum of impression
   Imploding in the void and spawned
   Again in waves one fears to face;
Then the wake of slumbrous moments'
Undertow recedes and closens,
   As distant as it's far away,
   As dangerous as yesterday.

Spend an episode in coma,
Living in the world of feeling,
   The world of fearing to exist.
   The bleak disease that grips the core
Menaces the spirit's home, a
Second's depth between revealing
   The fear of shrinking sandbar's mist
   And dead men swimming back to shore.
Wake again with these contending
Shades, and crawl inside the bending
   Demands of rectitude and time.
   A year has passed, or maybe nine.

Crippled once, effects still linger,
Weighing down with sand the conscience
   That knows the necessary tasks
   And doesn't do them, knows the cost
But has others pay. Whose finger
Points in mirrors of remonstrance,
   But hesitates though knows what's asked,
   And buried in the sands is lost.
How the sands outpaced it, crested
The already half-arrested
   And sinking thoughts, how much consumed
   In time, in terror, in its doom?

Conscience shivering? If thawing
Frees the mind in stasis, set then
   A flame to sear the worldly, base
   Intimidation from a brow.
Set a blaze to burn the gnawing 
Frost of soul that lets regret and
   The shame of fear progress, but wastes
   All else inside its frigid now.
Melt away the indecision;
Grow the body from a vision
   Of life and time alike employed,
   Renewed again to be enjoyed.