Waking
even though
my eyes are
open there
is only dark
ness yet
in the quiet
ude my ears
sense and then
hear a familiar
though my
Indian spirit in
lore is a deer
i hear your
do re mi
melodic
ally whispering
more from my
pills then from
the pillow next
to my head
though hoping
i heard not a
script from
my words
but what
you think
and mean
to say but
either way
the horizon
line of my
mouth starts
to part and in
the sunshine of
my love and teeth i
begin
a new
day of not
knowing but
knowing i'm
thinking
about
you
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