The rest of me

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I awake now
When the rest of me should sleep
Spent by the day's necessity.

But the rest of me
Is not who I am
Or what I wish to be.

Then there is my mind
I have no real conception
Of where there really is.

My hands and that which sings
Fumbling with these knots
Bonded by the day.

The day that takes it under
Anchored to the the spine
Of a sinking narwhal.

My eyes still bright but dimming
Sea that keeps me silent
Awaking abandoned.

By the rest of me
Summoned and redundant
There is no answer from the flesh.

I call out to the slumbering
Defeated by the day
And its necessity.

It is not who I am
Or what I wish to be,
Then there is my mind.