Every so often in a span of time
Hours that may not qualify as a day
I close my eyes in order to allow
My physical body and mental processes
A semblance of rest from
The rapids of thought in my mind
My dreams come technicolor and black
What appears as a tree to one
Is a swirl of what could be leaves
Moved by swirls that might be wind
Feeding on swirls that might be water
On a slow-moving mass more lava than earth.
This dream, fleeting and bleak
Devoid of all I live through
Is what I existed as
Through time that is irrelevant
To a being who does not know
What a clock even stands for.
Every morning, noon, sometimes night
Is the end of a cycled sleep
And I open my eyes anew
Of being human alive.
Every day is another shift
Into a creature I once wasn't.
Every morning is a blind man seeing
Myriads of color took granted in waking
The blue of an azure sky
The blush across my face when he smiles
The green in every blade of grass
The vivid grey of a business suit
Every morning is a deaf man hearing
A symphony of sounds forgotten to notice
The screech of an alarm clock
The voice which says "I love you"
The cheery monologue of a man paid to deliver entertainment
The cacophony of bustling traffic and emotional drivers
Every morning is a dead man breathing
An olfactory concoction of scents and tastes
The stagnant fluid of saliva
The tingling mint when of toothpaste
The sweetness of a kiss goodbye
The smell of electric exhaust in air
Every morning is a numbness extinguished
By tactile receptors letting me feel again
The safe covers of a flannel blanket
The hair on his skin brushing by
The heat of a steamy shower
The bass reverb of a revving engine
Every morning I awake into a body feeling
And you wonder why I'm so damn happy.
Simim: Rainbow poop at your disservice.