A Midmorning Dream

Waking up to see yourself?

                                                                             A Midmorning Dream


A crude awakening,

the mirror greeted,

with sarcastic cheer.


Hair flipped

and scattered

ever gleefully.


Watching a body

and eyes.

Person, or individual?


Hand twitching,

reaching for an eye

to dig a nail


around the contour

of the lens

and slide it


out of its socket.

As it stares

into a soul,


unfolds recognition

of what's behind

the forlorn facade.


Aside from

a midmorning glow,

It's a dashing look.


And only I know.

The End

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