Upon waking

(This is another found poem from the Brother word processor years of 1995 – 1999. My guess is this was written towards the first half of that period.)   I woke this morning from a year long sleep. Now I rest no more. I woke up from a midnight clear. I woke up in a

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(Another poem found in the annals of my Brother word processor years. Who knows when this was originally drafted.)   Poetry runs                     through                                 my                                     fingertips. Music plays                     in                      my                          brain. I cannot explain. Is it joy? Is it pain? Will it be sunny? Will it be rain? I cannot