Wake up call

5am shuffle silence floods the streetdream pathways lead to sand strewn beaches.a blindfold woman ruffles perception,west wind bickers sand grits teeth,only notice that it’s me, searching for me.You talk in riddles dangle Tarot from fingersdisappear in puffs of pretty pixelsI’m unimpeachable with disinterest,this time I’m fledgling free.I’m 5am woman wandering staccato landscapesunable to find the questionstill unreasonably searchinga filter for the final essence of me.