MORNING AGAIN

 

My body rises before the sun.  My eyes flutter just as filament in a clear light bulb does. Dark and alone with myself, I fantasize the universe. Just for a moment, my filament eyes become beacons illuminating my life; All my sorrows, shame, thrills, love, loves and fears It will be several hours before the sun pitches her amber shards into the heart of this silent morning twilight. Silent if I don’t heed the frenetic beauty, voice of a madman. Songs of love and precision’d chaos ~ my mind on this fine day. I am strummed tight like the bow of a Stradivarius.  I am a finely tuned instrument ready to play this song called life.

 

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