She briskly wakes me
Every morning at 4:30am
Before the sun,
all seems silent

The mind’s eye sees
the electric
multicolored
oscillating
phantasmagoria of
space

Roaring, tinnitus speaks
a warm soliloquy
mother’s arms of
unending space

ultimately comforting
our true face
anticipating
the delicious creation of
another illusory day.

 


photo: Soap Bubbles in sunlight
By: Richard Heeks
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