Summary: This poem came out of a wholly different intention...I wanted to write about the idea that there are two of me, one of which is not the one I am, for better or worse, and such...and this is the best, and possibly only way, to express the strange energies of that thought.
Dawn, asleep in fog of the trees and sounds, far away, of a dump truck and a car horn Catching quickly clashing together for some reason or another, And another me stands there, out there, where the sunlight is not yet; Wondering. The morning comes, the grass spiders weave the dawn flows to the left, Catches on an Easterly breeze, And wakes up. The noon