Good Monday Morning: no separation

Dim light stretches across the horizon

Into the cracks, Into the belly,

Into the memories brought here by stray thoughts

Marching in the mist, an army sure of victory

–denied success.

The sun slowly rising

Strewing silver slivers

Needles of light

Piercing the belief of night and day.

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