Makeover
Every twenty years
I’ve had to deconstruct
Remember myself again
After I wake up
Dreaming, I touch earthly skin
And pull it up over the bumps
Within lucid dreams
I construct my songs, my art
Infants, born wailing, longing
To suckle firm teats
My songs are born and come forth
I remind myself
That my dreams rebuild music,
Ethereal chords framed
Subconsciously
The detour signs are posted
I am in reconstruction
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