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A recurring dream about

Running up steep slopes

In a forest or in the mountains.

Lightfooted, none of the

Sluggish hideousness of

Having a body.

Sunlight on the rocky path

Dappled through and by

Leaves high overhead.

My own shadow stretched

Out before me, I don’t have

To worry about the sun

Burning my face.

Sliding into another dream:

An explosion casting me off

The face of the earth, my

Shadow severed from my feet.

I hover for a time in the void

Thrashing about, unable to wake

Up until I do, panting.

According to The Guardian,"Uhtceare is an Old English word that refers to anxiety experienced just before dawn. It describes that moment when you wake up too early and can't get back to sleep, no matter how tired you are, because you're worried about the day to come."

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