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Recognition I see Her everyday as I listen to Garth or Kenny on My way to 9-5 Someone else used to own that throne, could it have really been years ago? But now She reigns-- graying hair neatly combed, though crawling with adventures past and present Never meeting My gaze, exactly, She faintly smiles, looking at the sunrise aware I see Her in there Sometimes at night, when I've showered and shaved (yes, I've been known to do that twice in one day, just because I can)... I see Her still, in My dreams, but Her head swings ever so slightly right, in time to catch My soul searching for Her-- And then a Grand Canyon opens --or rather majestically appears-- displaying perfectly cared-for teeth --reminding me of my appointment at three-- and she tosses her head back in flirtatious laughter, legs parting beneath her windswept skirt as it is trying to kite-flight its way over to engulf my blazing head I almost wake screaming from dreaming-- from the realization I may soon see the underlyings of a real entity-- someone NOT consumed with what to wear or if She'll make it to work on time As hard as I try to possess the dream (lucidify it enough to uncover all Her petals) --(IN MY DREAM, OF COURSE, IN MY DREAM!)-- all I receive for my neophytal efforts is a transmigration, of sorts, from one simple being into Me-- And I awake looking forward to Monday when I will delight in seeing Myself in Her again |
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