Dave Pires

I am awake before I open my eyes.

Drifting
Through the boundless electric fog
I traverse before sleep.

My thoughts like wild dreams
Vivid, fluid and forgotten
Gradually solidify.

Blurred and buried I
Stretch my toes and
Then stretch my mind and
Listen.

I imagine what my world looks like.
What it could be.
If it appeared as I picture
What would I do?

As I lie, the world paints itself.
Rain peppers the window.
A siren fades.
The ceiling creaks.
A cupboard slams.

Through lids, it glows.
Is it light? How light?
Is it dark? How dark?

I am plagued by the grip of time.

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