Three Months in Bed

I wake up
miraculously whole
head still full of this dream, eyes shot smoky red
mouth still full of ash
and i crawl away from my thoughts
-leave them there

I stumble away
clumsy me
with my feet in the same worn places
Ive been putting them all year
-fingerprints for a wasted life
where does it go
where did i go?
I just keep waking up
and wondering how i got here
here under the window, cold and wet
wandering from one end of the room
to the other and back
is like crossing black oceans in this mind
pacing the pacific
it just goes on forever,
racing time
and my question
into the horizon where i might let it stay for a while
leave it there, stumble back into these footsteps
someone whispers in my ear
friend or foe?
is still unclear
but smoke pours through my windows
and i wake up suffocating,
cant remember if the smoke poured
in or out of this blazing room
damsel red
to september pumpkins
everything is still
I wake up in a beam of gold
I wake up
miraculously whole
head still full of this dream
eyes shot smoke red
mouth still full of ash
and i crawl away from my thoughts
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Thursday, December 13 'o7