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[Luchoracu]

.....

[rowens]

Wake up—pickle
Morning—tickle. Brittle
Sketch—chalk, dust
Sun-cast shade—stretch; perspective
Reflections, no more—in a cave. Astride
Floundering and blinding wet
Of sordid days
And sleepless nights.
Nipped at the bud.

Note:
- Plato's allegory of the cave


Maybe?

[Mark A Becker]

Wake up pickle
Morning tickle

—stretch

Above is the entire poem for me: I can see it as waking up a child. It's relation to Plato's cave is reaching way too far. Even with your note I would never have made that connection.