Abscond

i had a dream
late last night
i was falling, overwhelming
pieces
of myself
strewn across the
well-polished floor, only
a tiny shard of reality
left here
that is the mystery
I have made of
myself.
Only what i would
tell
a stranger passing by, easy
one by one
i study the inticrate
broken pieces like glass
shattered
my whole, unattained
and just as I was about to
tell you my truths
you woke me
angry
i had slept past
noon

April 1, 2002