A Waking Dream Into Sufficiency

he woke
with a dream
still lingering
fingering through
itching his tongue
and all he tasted
was the hatred
his mind created
and the weighted
anchor on his back
where he carried the lack
packing the guilt
for being built
so "deficient"
so "insufficient"
...
but he woke
this time anew
and he knew
fortune gazed
and cleared his haze
as he tripped
on the cord
of his discord
that detested
so invested
in thoughts infested
in the lack
of itself
of his "self"
...
and from the shelf
he seized all novels
of his strife
and with a knife
engraved it
with new life
and it was freed
from its binding
and so it shook
from this book
all the lies
all the ties
and wasted time
he spent believing
in that paradigm
no longer serving
or deserving
his mind's inventions
or toxic intentions
...
he knew this needed no further attention