Yesternights late events do to me seem a dream.
Yet the images are vivid so I ponder what they mean.
My mind chases meaning leaving me feeling obscene.
Because a man without his mind is like a crime without a scene.
If I'm trying to be human am I not a human being?
If the light is truly blinding is it something that's worth seeing?
My thinking is distracted when she asks "are you alright?"
Which brings me back to pondering what happened yesternight.
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