DISRUPTING poem # 12

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The clouds disrupt the sunrise,

the sunrise disrupts the night.

 

I woke to knocking

who wanted in

so early in the morning?

 

Reality disrupted my dream

or dream disrupted reality?

 

No one was there

but the clouded sunrise

and my own vast mind.

 

Split realities,

each disrupting the other.

 

Which do I choose?

 

The one that is knocking

on my own expansive universe

of cranial energy

at the moment of now.

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