this morning was early dark
yesterday i knew everything
too ready (for it all)
I paused on the edge of sleep,
smiling.
and as the sun rose,
I am empty again.
close your eyes when you look
and i will tell you
what to see.
I am flat on the surface;
a thin trickle of memories--
i have no right to be so broken.
contradictions
are on my breath
as I whisper:
I am happiness.
I need to be needed
neediness pushes me away.
Just tell me! - I beg
then i can be complete
in knowing.
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