Poem #2,788 | I woke out of a false reverie

I woke out of a false reverie
where all of us talked & our
normality was restored –
as
if it had not gone wrong –
A
conversation pained –
pang
ran through acts –
& almost
[almost] conscious enough
to wake re-newed –
but not
a truth –
typical tricks
[by a
too-quick mind –
all mine &
mine done –
it too will fade]