calm in the morning
gray congested sky
humid
last night celestial
cosmic
hum of the fan
backs up the bird songs
an owl
who?
my pillows
are big and soft
they cushion
this heave
of emotion
diffuse light
almost holy
illuminates
a crescent moon
delivered me
into its cradle
and now I rest
finally at ease
in the ephemeral
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