My Mind Beside Me
A Sonnet

I awake in a bog under a black sky, Mud soft beneath me my head floats behind, The doors of the morning open before my eyes, The world below me down the vine that I climbed.
Is it supposed to swirl and sway so softly? Into and out of the time of the elders? My own mind rides before me and tells me to hurry, My thoughts flow by me soft like old feathers.
Now I lay between the awake and the dream, Floating above the wet mound of my grave, My world’s not as heavy as I thought it once seemed, It meanders back down, all the love that I gave.
Reality murmurs so softly her tone, And hides all her secrets so dark and alone.
Bill DuBay Jr. ⚡️ 2019
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