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2014, afternoon, breathing, class, clouds, doing, grey, identity, life, remembering, silk, sleep, static
Hypnopompia
first you encounter steel-wool static
clouds of it
like a noisy class in a bottomless afternoon
then you
remember to breathe and regroup yourself a little
too much
and slip-slide away on grey silken handkerchiefs from
one scene
to another until it all just stops and then you can
get up
and bustle around sorting out the house
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
breathing wormhole: letters to Mum VI – Years / after you have gone. Still.
clouds wormhole: To my Mum
doing & identity & life wormhole: not yet quite sure / what
grey wormhole: mass
sleep wormhole: darkness
mlewisredford 
Oh, this one is spectacular. Thank you for exposing me to a new word. Your imagery and phrasing suits that mental state perfectly. I particularly like the shape of this poem. It gives me a sense of moving forward or upward, of being pulled into consciousness with more than a bit of reluctance.
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you’ve done it again – you are such a valuable reader, you make all my wonderings and quips worthy – you are the godmother of all these children
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Thank you, but I don’t think I deserve a magic wand. Oh, dear, perhaps I’ve been living in children’s literature too much this past month.
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Love this piece. Steel wool static..perfect.
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thank you, Chuck
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(Audra)
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I knew that; I was just playing with your (user) identity; actually I was going to ask … ‘is this seat taken?’ (just playing with your Header image now); thanks again for the response
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🙂
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Hmm…reading ‘tween the lines as ’twere, I’d say the slip-slide is to the right….pulled perhaps from one consciousness to another?
And Great Bifurcating Wormholes, Batman! What’s a traveler to do? It seems I’ve twice come across a first (or is it once come across two?).
First a dead-end wormhole (well, not really but…) and now a fork in the road (again, not really…).
Hmmmm….Breathing or Doing……but now I see Doing is tied up now with Identity and Life….such pressure…..I think I’ll stick to just breathing….
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Now, just keep your nerve, Ensign: they bifurcate sometimes, yes, but keep the course set by Mr Sulu, you’ll find your way through; unless your first name is Ulysses and you want to listen to the sirens AS WELL AS keep direction, but madness this way lies …
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Dashed! I am dashed!!
(…or was it “stashed”?)
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well, whatever floats your boat
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