a wake

didn’t recall
falling asleep
as the alarm
sounded off
against the backrdop
of the storm

one tired hand
after another
i pulled myself
up the jagged
rock wall toward
the hazy nimbus
of caffeinated

the birds sing
in a symphony of
gray tinted squalor
as the rain falls
a sound of static
in lazy malaise

i cannot shake
the dreamdander in
heavy flakes of
pollinated fluff
pinning me down
to the purple sheets
as i restlessly
refuse reality


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