Once again I was ****
within the confines of a dream
none who waked saw my form
would they want to? I don’t know

my body came from vision’s realm
I didn’t mind the fancied shape
stress came from lack of clothes
how did this happen? this I’ll tell

the garments were gone by my hand
one moment there, the next vanished
something pushed me to disrobe
what was the purpose?  you’ll never guess

I could breathe when in the buff
something gave when I was stressed
the raiment lost gave me hope
where did that leave me? let’s inspect

in the end I sought to cover
though I longed to walk naked
that was the plan, now find the clothes
why this dream?  the answer beckons

here I’m revealed as in dream
a poet’s words is bareness’ cousin
on each day I strip with words
with sleep’s sight as my passion

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