my eyes open
at 5:22 AM
'not yet'
i answer to
thoughts of
am i awake?
is it time to get up?
do i start my day? now?
and as
half of me
falls back through
shadows and softness
i wonder at a
feeling like being
lifted away.
my senses surface fully,
sleeps ebbs off,
evaporates and condenses.
one more lost lifetime
recedes slowly,
traceless save for
the blade of light
beneath memory's