2 mug or not 2 mug

that is the question,
perhaps phrased
differently it would
receive an answer.

a million miles away
my mind is my dreams
and my dreams get away
from me and i wake up,
unable to recapture
them, half-asleep,
longing for some-
thing not there,
here now, calm
down, come
down from
there you
will hurt
your-
self
at
such
heights.
i'd watch
my id if i
were you,
ok?

blathering fragments of time plucked from the moment/air/
relaxed, semi-poignant, semi-coherent, semi-real -
dazed, amazed, lost my way in the ... oh no, not
again. a gain on self-worth and all that - not
too much, though, too much is something
not wanted here or ever in forever - and
i wonder, yet again, if i'm dreaming now
and most of my dreams are mundane and
my real life is forever fathomless and fear-
less.

less
is
more.