woke i killed my kind in broad light!
rarely do i recall stirring
before wakefulness had no plot
just impressions, white and ink blot
our dreams are pale backdrops to day-
light's fantastic variety
colliding corporeality
i woke liquids inside of me
do i live vivid scenes stolen
from collective thoughts not yet dreamt?
new tissues that ache and tingle
a reality or madness?
i stared in eyes reflecting mine
red stains smearing on leathered scales
i woke to confront history!
woke questioning answers i dream
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