Morning Commute
He had to queue to wake up,
there were a lot of people
ahead of him.
Some carried their beds
on their shoulders
dreams wrapped tightly
between rocking scapular.
Some are clearly sleeping now
they must have slipped through
at the end of a drowsy fantasy.
Eventually his body
shuffled into the world
but by then h had forgotten
where in the world
he belonged.
H had to pick up pieces of memory
from a life strewn around,
while somnambulating
upon alien ground.
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