I had to rub the sand
Out of my eyes which took
Till noon enough for a whole
Beach where I could walk
The dogs of my reflections
Side-long glances at a still-
Emerging dream rushing to catch up
Sniffing the sea-wrack and the tide-pools
Of my remaining nights and days
My sunny shore of empty shells
Who have nothing to do but sing
Myself awake-awake-awake
Far out on the sea of waking
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