Day opens

Cracking night at the seams
Seeds of light falling
Through rice dreams.

The dripping notes
Of night’s reverie
Are images beyond day sight
Lingering
As tendrils of feeling.

The lost words are
as the pressure of sound
Weight
Holding me
While the content
Is licked away
By the winds of dawn.

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