we awake under

rumpled sheets

of thoughts

the prison of

two ideas


lines dissolve

between dreams

and the mystery

of fragmented




corner shadows

and glimpses

of the lost

and parts of what

is never found

as we rise from bed

becoming the servant

to the master of day


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