The morning is a deal from the Gambler’s deck
A constant shuffling sound, the slap of cards to play.
I think back at the cat
Lounging on the corner of the bed
In her sloe-eyed silent blink
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Where has the when gone?
When I grow up
When I fall in love
Nightfall is a doorway of stars
The price of its freedom paid
With the fee of simply closing my eyes.
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Who knew even books would float off my little island of life
To other shores?
I pull my hands from storybook heroes
To fold them in my lap.
Simply staring down the night
Distilling into dreams
As antidote to the push n pull of living out loud.
In the logic of the impossible
I am it all: beginning, middle, ending
Surrendered into breath.
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The mom & pop of selfing
Now unimportant.
I owe nothing, being no one
Anymore.
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Dreams brush up against me in a way other bodies never will
An intimacy unmatched with humans
Here is a language spoken that I understand
No matter its accent or words.
I coalesce into Carol on Friday night
Convinced all will change by tomorrow.
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A cat named Drift rides a horse named Moon
Through a night of satin & coal.
I’m known for my words, not the dreams of my sleep
Nor the rotund shape of my soul
All the nonsense of life
Washed up by tide to my door
Bringing light at its end:
From sacrum to sternum
A human once more.
Riding the Light 
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