That afternoon nap.

Had one of those afternoon sleep
that dreams are made out of.
Can't stop the brain from floating
into the soft wind & warm sunbeams
where I grinded into something hard
while the body is held immobile.
Then the whole body disappeared
into something that's opposite of pain.
The eyes won't open. The breath not felt.
Still I hear the world's turning
with joyance creatures all about.
When it's time to come back
I forgot how to say hi.
Feel like it's the first time
that I have used my eyes.
The sun's burning bright,
the clouds' shades' just right.
I have to ask myself again, & again,
"Where have I been? Where am I?"

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