Today I was merely an
imprint
A faint copy,
somewhere near the surface of my mind.
So that on waking,
everything was in place,
No need to burrow up
from the depths towards the light.
Today I was merely a
faint idea, sketchy,
Just sufficient to
function.
Nothing challenged me,
so there was no disgrace,
No failure to perform
and no evidence, no trace
Of absent mindedness
because I left nothing behind,
Except a first, thin
coat of blue grey paint.
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