you close your eyes
and you’re somewhere else
--------shovelling snow off of driveway or
--------walking on sandy seashore or
--------fixing broken toaster
arms made of lead and
don’t move a muscle
lying between dreams and reality
floating between sleep and consciousness to
a painless world of escape and freedom from
constant commotion around you
but then waking up to
the smile of
here and now
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