and all is a blur
the first thing I see when I wake in the morning
compared to the dreams that I keep when I
am asleep
open to the new world, the new day
all that my imagination creates
all that spectacular
the shiny the new
the familiar
is drowned out and left behind
by the light that penetrates the sleep
from my dreams
and I awake
in a hazy blurrrrrr
cold misrepresented, unwanted
the only chance to retaliate
against the poor moonbeams of the night
is taken away
this new light
unwelcome undesired
forceful
and marked
the force the chance the opportunity
I open my eyes
try to make sense of all that's around me
for windows and glass and space
are all incoherent concepts
abstract ideas
I don't want to wake up
that was amazing... i loved it
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