from inside can’t see where I am
don’t recognize anything around me
on the floor remembering how I came to be
one night in Canada camping
don’t exactly remember
glad for that
from inside I hear the rain
lightly on the metal awnings
what an awful word
somehow below I hear
my grandfather snoring
the television is on as well
there is a muse
but it could be a hallucination
of some sort wouldn’t even know
in no hurry to wake
if it’s a dream
from the inside I constantly
question myself…
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