Fragmented Dawn

Fragments fall
like the fiberglass working its way
slowly from my arm...
shrapnel from a secret war.

embedded truths
Of a reality almost forgotten
in the unreal haze surrounding it.

it seems like
none of this is real
none of it ever happened...
And I find this unreal sensation
Of walking in a dream
to be a blissful
Reprieve, in essence...
Lucid dreaming where
I have some control over the nightmare
And can guide a hazy figure
That is a symbol of myself
albiet haphazardly at times...

Perhaps this detachment,
This back-seat driving, if you will....
Is a wonderful survival mechanism...
It allows a body to muddle through
And in time,
perhaps awaken
to the fragmented dawn.

cm 3/15/06