Wednesday, July 28, 2021

hours waking days

I've been up for hours in my dreams
making up for wasted time 
making such discoveries 
and other things as shall be mine,
much as I am wont to do!
Waking hours waking days, 
and uses I have put them to - 
except, perhaps: a higher grade
than usual and everyday. 
Not the best I've ever been. 
Just a happy consciousness 
of being on a streak, a roll: 
the zone where muse and vision sit 
and flow and aim in such made win. 
Comfort in a pushing past. 
Familiar always, suddenly. 
Surprising always. Gratitude. 
But I'm asleep. The joke's on me.

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