I'm stirring it over
In drunken concentrics
Like my mind's eye...
The focus seeps
Through cracks...
Across the bars
Of my lashes
Lies a dream
I'm unsure of...
Or was it a deja vu?
Little puddles
Crippling my morning tea,
Tell me stories
From last night's storm...
I'm listening
And wondering,
Whether it's still dark
Am I stuck
Somewhere within a dawn?
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