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Leftover Dreams

I awaken, just
For a moment—
The stark light stings and
Waters my eyes. 

I pursue a vision,
Breathlessly, that 
Stays one step
Ahead of me, 

Inviting me and
Spiting me; 
Mocking as it
Disappears, 

Then reappears
Inside of me. 
It hides from me
My eyes grow dim and

I can’t see.
Once again,
Sleep beckons me.