At some point in my youth, I fell asleep

Racing the dream of the dreamer 
Everything I saw was made of language 
But none of it was sanguine 
Neither was the day. 
 
Tied together by the perception of waking into an expansive belief 
My body began to shiver 
As the facade was removed and I saw her image 
The pen to the page, a breath taken 
She told me that I was the mirror, and that I was awake. 
 
My eyes and ears swallowed a the sight and sound of a party 
As women greeted me, my body adjusted its own voice 
Analyzing the sensory data so finely that it became pure prediction 
But we were still tied together by objects and systems 
The reflection and I, two perceptions of one person. 
 
Her words lengthened my hair, as she spoke to me directly 
My lips mimicked moved without making a noise 
My senses lost their sense of direction 
She turned away after speaking, leaving me with them
The others at the party, as my body recognized its destination and found its reasons.