Sleepwalking

I thought a lot last night
Where was that thing I
Ordered without a tracking
Number
The soul is soft, light blue
Almost colorless, but what
Does it sound like
Will I get out of numb
Smiles come easy looking
At memories, happy dreams
Lead to (blushing?) bright
Mornings
And, sometimes dreams
Can be steered, last thought
Or pop in, like a “poem” that
Bumps into itself
Walking around in the dark

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