A flurry of blurred dream sequences
awaken me into an open eyed startled stare,
heart beating rhythms of terror.

Such is the pattern.
6am and I am a robot,
redoing the myriad of things
I do every early morning,
all summer
has been a dream sequence.

I lunge outdoors,tripping on nothing,
as I speed towards downtown.
Masks pass by and I bypass the many masked bodys.

Am I a mask to them ?
Am I invisible ?
Do I leave an impression ?
An expression ?
Am I a ghost ?
Do the masked people pass right through me,
as they whiz by on their roller blades and bicycles ?

Is my daily haunting walk
a dream ? a nightmare ?
Do my night terrors
stay with me all through my days of discipline ?

I walk silently.
My shoes hardly make a sound.
The jingle of change in my pocket
keeps a sense of reality to my meanderings.
I astral walk towards the highrises,
the fortresses of the big city,
crumbling concrete.
Mini grasses push through the sidewalk cracks.

Do the masks notice these things,
as they walk over and squash the budding greens ?

Soon I will reach my destination,
another galaxy of masked people
to explore
or ignore.

As I walk into the downtown haze
the sequins and feathers glitter in the sunshine...

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