Disillusioned
DISILLUSIONED
Committed to a glass of water,
the dream has disappeared,
along with any lasting aspirations
to reclaim the dream. Suspended in
a thin divide, there was a time
you could have shut your eyes
again, resumed reality as you’d
concocted it. Thirst compelled
you otherwise. Awake, the night
is alarmingly thick. That’s that—
no going back. Your best bet
is to shower, shave, get dressed
for work.
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