How It Downloads
My day-brain opens its hamster cage;
mind finds its eyes.
I am still downloading.
I have a whole fictional life to remember,
otherwise,
I might see myself as an unwritten poem.
Open-mouthed I wait, uncollected,
for the drool of being.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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