my nap today
trans-planetary or transcendent
a black holed rollercoaster
the wakeup sudden confusing
pieces of me still looking for each other
I rise stumble to the living room
and wonder who’s left that laptop
on the coffee table ajar and
black-screened next to an open
notebook with one scribbled page
then it comes to me they’re mine
my feelings running down fingers
that guide ink onto paper poems
assembled and finger-tapped
into bytes and spaces
floated up to a cloud
that’s waits for me to
tell it to rain
as I walk outside to get
the mail and look up
I remember
some clouds
move across the sky
and float out of sight
while others
simply
disappear
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