Daylight was
Mythic gray,
Yet bright,
Though not clear.
The sky, white,
Covered, while
Nearer clouds
Paraded in front.
I woke up with the
Wrong woman in my mind.
A woman, I’ve tried to
Leave behind.
I was up, ready for her
And she wasn’t there.
I had met other women
Before and after her.
But when I tried to
Recall one, someone,
Anyone, so I could
Go back to sleep, it
Just would not work.
So I finished a fantasy
Novel by my bed,
Lit some incense,
Lit a cigarette,
Finished the smoke and
Just covered my head.
Slept, it seems and
Must have dreamed
Once more, for
I was ready again
As I opened my eyes.
So I shut them
To try to find
My way back
To finish what
Had started,
But found
I had to find
A fantasy
Instead.
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