(20 minute poetry)

Begin as follows
watching
hollowed eyes
they'll
despise your face
the
dimples in your cheeks

seek and you will find
unless the seeker's blind.

Do you see me
on the periphery?

Not content to be a footnote

acting out the final scenes  
unsure if
a life is living in my dreams
and I have some small part
to play.

Today
is Monday
I bear this in mind
as I follow through on
these things that I must do.


Even so
I sway slightly in the morning breeze
to please, albeit unconsciously myself
and if or if it ever seems that a switch occurs and dreams become
a means towards an end
I will begin again.