Awakening Duality

Each morning song remnants cycle through half-opened eyelids (incomplete playlist)

Mangled words linger on fingertips still desensitized by dissipating dreams (unfinished)

Begging to be remembered, kept, framed (something to fear forgetting)

Something strangled tries to break free,

A sentence, a word, a feeling worth space and taking up space

It tingles like numbness waking, like starlight shimmers

Yet just like a lucid dream, like the knowing on the tip of tongue

It crumbles,

Evaporates,

Returns to the deep recesses of the mind where it shall wait for the following slumber

For another chance at almost forming into existence