in half-asleep states,
I speak in half sentences
I ask nonsensical questions
I draw random words
like a younger me
finding fragments of meaning
in an alphabet chicken soup

in half-dream states,
my world is a recess song
and the notes lift me higher
so I slide on the language
and find myself spinning
wide-eyes and half-asleep

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