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Sep 2018
It took me some time, but in time
I shook the cobwebs away,
woke up to a Saturday or did I?

at some point someone points the way,
this way to the weekend.

I am as sure as I can be that my eyes were wide open
and I was
watching my breath frost on the cobblestones and then
the room shifted just lifted itself and moved several degrees from true
and if that's true am I still awake, did I wake or am I still sleeping?

That aside,
my eyes are open wide and coffee is in the ***,
not a lot because she says, it's not good for me.

but the dreaming bothers me
as if
someone's sending me
a message
that I cannot decipher,
and they're quite heavy
which is not a word
I use lightly.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
(67/Here and now)   
     Terry Collett, Shaded Lamp and Ash
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