* on waking *
The dreams decompose
Inside my waking head
Solidity of belief
Ebbs and flows away
Not enough remembering left
To even impart a sense of grief
Just a niggly itch in thoughts
Trying to retrieve what has gone
And firmer reach to grasp
Escapes all the quicker
Those dreams slipping past
As fog on the road.
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