Deconstructing

I lie back
And watch
The light dance
On the wet
Of my eyelids,

I smoke
The damp
Winter air
And hum
Like a heater,

Stretching
The cramp
From my toes
As my restless
Legs quiver,

Daydreaming
Of a home that
Never happened
In a time that
Never was,

In a cloud
Of my own making,

In a soft
And humid daze,

Here where
Everything
Touches something,
Recoils then
Inches back,

Lost in
Staged transitions,
Deconstructing
Hindsight’s
Past.

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