Dematerialize

What if I walked

up-side-down,

shook dust from my sleeping bags
then slept, and snored, like an ocean
beneath a blanket of breezes ...

What if nothing really mattered
but waking up to materialize
before the morning, and decomposing
to the night, like exposing oneself to a lover
who loves you more than himself.

What if love itself was a manifestation
of caffeine-drenched pulses, and all it takes
is a bittersweet glance towards a limping flower
near the window, to realize that the sun seems at ease
everywhere - within skyscrapers, graveyards
and glasses.

Perhaps one day I will wake up
without wallowing in blankets during breakfast,
and thank my cereal for the catharsis.

1-7-2014
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