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Morning sunshine causes shadows
to form in the room. Here I sit with
six a.m. images that flash so strong
with the ambiance of lazy being.
It is a frame of reference, a second
in a day to be filled with existing.

In my hands lies the fading night,
as it disappears for the new day.
Eloquence is required and so I
am waving fingers of acceptance.
Yes, there are silences that speak
in flavoured patterns of dissent.

I call out, in my void, to the
spirit people that do not exist.
Watching the suffering that has
stroked the certainty of becoming.
But what to become? That is the
spangled answer that is so elusive.

Still, with all this thinking, I think
that the morning time is favoured.
A day to come, a day to experience
the freshly planted trees of growing.
A time such as this, a time of now,
a time of alone and so contented.