Climbing out of a dream

For all pure morning intent,
there’s so much untruth
floating on sleepy dust.

Lilting, lazy music
of island rhythm and warm breezes
fool the dreamer into deeper sleep
with no end; a cozy chasm
that doesn’t translate
when one awakes in the mountains.

Emerging over and over,
limbs are whipped into a gallop
and spread open to climb.

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