Circles Upon Circles

As you open your eyes to see the ky's haze
Squnting in slight discomfort, through your gaze
Comes the morn of fuzziness, the break of day
The wind whispers comfort, the clouds gently say,
"There's no rush today, there is no need of fright.,
"For we are here to merely ferry you, to the point of night."

[And on the fringes of the week, this is so true
The day is me coiled in my bed, thinking of you]

And then comes the night, which rises as you eat
The swift but cascading shadows, crawling up your feet
So you spring out into the night with laughter and propulsion
Taking in fully the smells, the sights and the alchemy of emotion
To Swallow and Inhale are the goals of the eve without fear.
And leaves to chance that the smearing night will end in touch or tear.

The day is lit again, coinciding with the charge of reality
And so you lay your bed, covers over your head, srunched-up,
eyes closed in defiance of it's banality.

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