Morning Duties

Morning Duties

The light and I are
chasing rivers until they become oceans:
before that they are just twisted fingers
of water bound.

Oceans are the open palms of water freed.

The mouth is where I
i spread my arms like wings
and dive into the blue-brown undertoe
of the unknown.

The light stands pivotal for a moment,
flickering and cometary until it
changes its mind and lulls back to sleep.

The world could go on for one more day
without light - getting up is too much
of a challenge.

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