#616 - I woke up to myself

 

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I woke up to myself

 

didn’t need mirror, cv, exegesis

twinkle toes

nor pinch myself

 

none of this skin from ten years before

not a hair on my head

now some grey

 

all bodies alter, no less a world

 

how, you ask, can I have guessed?

a doddle?

when would we call it?

 

let me be clear – there was no wake-up call

another much loved party kept on

with the night even though

(I will call this witness later)

 

light to edge the curtains

an all-to-do swoop

dream fast fading

 

things much prophetic, as soon forgot

how far ahead, I was, of our time

he wakes up to himself

 

you’re thinking come-uppance

and come hither too

 

were it self evident, we’d need no names

invent truth at a time

 

it was a stray line stuck

it was last night’s lyric in my head

 

birds came to the window of me

a garden wanted in

 

a body of urges I became

needs among which

plots are lost

and push out the day before

 

woke up to myself

where else?

 

light snuck up upon

 

and so

I rose to tend the day

 

 

.

 

 

firstliness is next to godlessness

 

the clever light

(shows almost all)

 

tree breeze

seasons through windows

 

babies prowl in these bear woods

 

unknown unknowns we seek