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I woke from my sleep with fresh thoughts from my dreaming,
a variety of visions swirled in ripples of vagueness
all present, yet flighty
leaving no definite impression to their origins or their exits.
I carried them through my rising to add as flavoring for my coffee,
looking into the warm liquid that gently entices my thoughts while I'm waking,
then let them all evaporate with the steam from my cup
back into the atmosphere from whence I recalled them.

Jade Dane Jaspers