maybe it is still (just) sleepy time
once again,
we left the doors open
for someone—
it's the Western
or the Eastern light
peeking in
seeming again
to chase shadows
out of nowhere
but let me begin
the neverending
waking moment
because you do not
know yet—how lucky
you are
for not seeing
the aesthetically
pleasing
in every mists
that surround you