Driving Towards the Day 
Bringing myself together this morning,
Allowing each thought a bid for the day.
I negotiate the whole person while bathing,
Knowing who I'll be when I set on my way.
I'm passed on the road by searching splintered faces,
Peering in cars for some hints or traces.
I imagine them planning with slow mindless compares,
To define a self that feels solid and clear.
The faces don't bother me - like they once did,
I know I'm not real and not really here.
I'm made up of thoughts of the highest bid,
I drive towards the day splintered, not clear.
- Mini Andreano


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