of the motor is softly monotonous
and lulls me into a sleep-world of
hidden but forgotten consequences,
through which I have previously passed;
although, unremembered are they all,
and... while I wrestle with these
illusive specters of my imagination,
I am prematurely awakened by
the claws of awareness that have
scratched open the eyes of my reality.
12Oct13
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