slow collapse of a new day

This is, just is, just so,
This, like softgauze lacing reality
Coating senses ’til cool breeze on
Skin feels third-hand, experience
Of life lived, out of body, more yet
In-body and out of mind.

Laying in warm sunshine split by
Scudding white fluffy clouds, pure
Blue speckled with cold damp dark-
Ness taking hold momentary before
Light shines bright and warm, heating
The sun-drenched skin as food to
The hungry, the only blessing truly
Free, just the sun-god and me.

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