Ectypes

The rain creates reflections of what is;
Both on the pavement, and within my head

I dream awake, sleepwalking through my day;
Then wrestle with realities in bed

A prototype of something new and bold
Was what I always dreamed I would become

And yet, a sort of ectype’s what I am,
I sit reflecting:

Wet

And blind

And dumb

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