Haze

Half-awake from  nap I look at a vitreous world
Taking in its  sun shades and quiet fluorescence, 
Its shadows on the bathroom doors that sneaked 
Through  windows,in fours and twos, in diagonals.

The world is now a mirror that reflects my  sleep,
A blue-white kitchen with golden outlines of cooks, 
A silver mirror of a dining table, reflecting clothes
Hanging, through tinted window glasses, in breeze,
A light that reflects my deep- within sounds of ears
A steady hum of in-vertigo,  waves lapping on walls.

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