Lost inside the identity crisis,
I tripped near a gutter and spilled out my name.
Each letter moved smoothly over the concrete,
watery in my scape of a dream.
I reached in despair to retreive all I know,
the shatterings slipped between my pores,
gashing my sorry digits that began bleeding
my needed DNA.
Light-headed, woozy,
I stood up just now,
the world looks different,
clouds all the way down to my brow,
furrowed in wonder at why I may be wandering.

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