With eyes open, dreams faint wisps
Role models in combination with familiar environmental decour
My heart slows with the coming day
Legs still at rest arms too: branching that haven't the inkling to extend
themselves, & what (?), into the sun.
I lay awake with no need for alarm
(The birds haven't come to my aid yet)
The window gives what is already inside; My imagination imparts the only definition
there is: where there is naught, there suddenly is, and then again without reason
there is comfort (Hey!). Yes things change
with no word of affirmation nor objection
My stomach barks, how curious...the day before
enacts the possibilities of today.
Amidst displaced mattress & covers, my throat is dry. I feel it is time to venture
from this carefully wrought mold
for it has done its job, given my form
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