this waking up
having never
gone to sleep
state of forgotten–
sometimes
it’s sad
the way
we dream.
the way
we postpone,
the way
we act as if
life were only
in the next room.
we are
imitable as loss
discarded like an empty shoe
removable as a t-shirt
life being
its own consumer
this waking up
having never
gone to sleep
mystery to itself–
miracles
aren’t always
happy
misery
isn’t always
ugly
the old man
has his cane
and laughter
takes
many forms.
Love this ❤️
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