nothing poetic this morning

i woke hollow
knowing definitions
but misunderstanding
the jumble of letters
an aching gap
where beauty rested
lost in the tumble
of broken sleep

i sit on the couch
as the sky lightens
languidly searching
casting frayed nets
into an ocean of ugliness
seeking plastic bits
of beauty bobbing on
the placid waters

uncertain as to
what is reality
as light diffuses upon
the chemical spray
chasing flitting shadows
always just hidden
in the corners of my
vaguely acerbic gaze

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