Poem -
Asleep, I Wake

Awake, my birthmarks are tattoos that I brag about
Asleep, they light up with a blinding, immortal glow
as my being fills with its own power
Awake, I say the pledge of allegiance
Asleep, monarch wings protrude from my back
with the daintiness of a flower
but the strength of a hawk
Awake, I reluctantly wear sunglasses
Asleep, I AM the sun -
white fire radiates from me in a painless intensity
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