the flower of the morning wilts. and out through humid windows, the ice decayed into streaming waters, i stir from sleep.
to begin my day. another just as the day before. unremarkable in so many ways. if one were to see only the world as what surrounds. but there is something more, a nameless dissolve, where heart as muscle melted, dear and wondrous has collected from the melt of spring into a fresh pool captured in soft depressions where stood steps walked along the path of way.
a footprint. and i stretch. yawning.
all the world around me. the feeling of the night, shaken away as dogs dispatch with water. only wetness.
and inside becomes the concern, the only focus.
the diamond streaming light, projecting visions i call the world.
reality but the swimming codes, spermatozoa as frogs laid eggs.
and through eyes hatch.
silently through the fogs of wispy time,
passing ripples they too make.
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