Quiet convoluted chaos of
abstract visions desperately trying
to cling together
an existence seeming so vivid
being void of thought, memory

Then breath
becoming aware of the air
half alive
the rest stuck in the purgatory of multiple dimensions
slightly aware, immediately remorseful
holding onto memories of dreams

A trippy moment, surreal, then it’s too late
hurtling towards consciousness
drying out from the fan that has been
reluctantly trying to cool my wet skin
in this this bed I lie in
pressing my freshly rested eyes shut tighter from the
sun who is up far too early;
Questions, curiosities as the mind takes over

Then the waiting

Open eyes, check room
waiting
Check phone, computer, insecurity
waiting
Pondering patterns, decisions
until enough waiting passes
and I am ready for my first cup of coffee

and that is when my reality ends
so that the world can take over

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(written with pen on paper immediately upon waking)