Early morning Writings
Half light slips easily onto my pillow
Strains of summer heat eat up the air
Silk curtains wave in the windows
As the morning arrives
Confessions of an inter life seeping to the surface
Taking an inventory of what is possible
Briefly but intensely listing small discrete things,
To find a sense of unity,
Enjoying the remnants of the night
We are a collection of pleasing complexity
Held together with blessings and curses that
Stubbornly ignores death.
This early morning conversation
Weaves dreamlike openness
Into an impersonal world
And creates the mood to write
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