When I Wake

I find myself thinking about magic
As I drive on the streets of this little city

I find myself wondering what is real If anything

I dream in my sleep
Heavy
Complex
Circuitous dreams

When I wake it feels as if I’ve worked something out
Solved my own unknown mysteries

And when I wake
Maybe
I talk softly to my sleeping self
Without knowing that I do

And she (that self) gives a little guidance
Points to where the magic is

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