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Brian McDonagh Apr 2018
Lying in the car seat,
Head hairs smeared against the window,
Eyes shut in slumber.
The sun takes a bow
With its finale rays
That split through
Columns of trees alongside the road.
Though the inner, red-blue nervy scene of a forgotten blink
Serves as the eyes surrounding imagery,
The inner eyelids start flouncing
From a stronger pulse of red
Back to the darker internal hue.
The flashes of sun that zoom in presto tempo
Outside closed eyes,
Which can confuse dreams and dizzy focus.
As the trees make the sun blink,
Awaken to the mirages before the sun dreams.
When I close my eyes while riding in a car for however long when the sun shimmers, even if I'm in a deep sleep, I can somehow "see" the sun's brightness hit my closed eyelids and when it peers through trees, I become sort of dazed from it (not in a medically-defining way, of course).

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