I woke up
Upside down.
A twist of
Blankets and
Half-off socks.
Opening my eyes
Didn’t make “them”
Disappear.
In my dream they were many,
Probing with questions,
Insisting on answers
That didn’t exist
In either time or
Space.
The fullness of the
Moon lights my way
To feet on the floor.
Your answers will never
Be found,
And I will often
Wonder where
You really
Came from.
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