shadows before the sun, and someone
turns out the lights
darkness settles on the stage:
a new act has begun.
cue – daylight
let a shred of pale grey fill the sky.
I can see myself
in the mirror
but the edges are unclear.
Sleepwalking is a curse, but
they woke up Sleeping Beauty with a kiss.
Why should I fear cold water when there are
so many nicer ways to rise?
Close your eyes –
you have too long a journey to let me keep you
from your sleep.
light, now
creeping over plastic props and
waxy fruit behind snuffed-out candles.
a fire-extinguisher lies discretely
in a corner, while
I begin to dress.
Another day, another summer,
and never a true reflection
in my polished glass.
How can I escape to
looking-glass-land
if all I have are shadows and
my memory is blank?
fast-forward, or
mentally rewind. Days are all the same, and
only nights bring different dreams.
the sound of one hand clapping
is barely audible.
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