A.M.
morning's sun lifts its sphere
tendrils radiate
into the new day
in frozen time
that eternity of the moment
they reach me.
will i feel their caress
a vital gift
or
be pierced and lie spilling myself into the pit?
i breath, yet.
-Theo
morning's sun lifts its sphere
tendrils radiate
into the new day
in frozen time
that eternity of the moment
they reach me.
will i feel their caress
a vital gift
or
be pierced and lie spilling myself into the pit?
i breath, yet.
-Theo


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