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Early morning sun rises

To shine through 

The lids of the windows---

To coax a sleepy being

Out to stretch its limbs---

As it wonders about

The framework for its design

And as it marvels at

The timeline it is walking in---

Calling to mind 

What it has dreamed of

And what it has not meant--

Things beyond its length

Those which slip 

It towards to,

And off its ground.

Fifteenth of the Second of the Sixteenth

tonight
as the new day is being given birth to
that which had never been yet
I want to savour the melancholy of the dark
to get hazy with music
and to watch the night die down
and wait the morning arising
to be in words
to be the words
and to feel beauty
in being nothing
to love the conjunctions of time
those which are unnoticed but exist
the wee hours passing
later
the day will have been completed
and this moment forgotten
but at least I had it 
and I have been part of its moving stillness