morning

upon awakening often

instead of enlightenment

there appears a pit

of items lost in dream stories

(or were they really lost in waking,

like keys and glasses and names?)

and ineffable aches in phantom

limbs which were fine reclining

but now, open-eyed, know nothing

of that sturdy long-lost mislaid youth.

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