dissociation – Under the Cedar Trees

Waiting Softly

Waiting so softly with gentle anticipation,
my little fingers explore dangerous city streets
that hide under virtual black and stars.

I’m waiting for the real nightfall to cloak me,
to hold me close between mystery and obfuscation…

Evening light dimming
Between two times and places
Existing and not

I’m here, and I’m not here. I shouldn’t be here at all… I’m blinking and fading in and out of existence…

3 a.m. I wake
Remembering everyone
…

There’s less and less of me as time goes by
With each moon, a little less remains
For every dimension I grow a fraction
I feel I’m shrinking in three

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