thin fragments of notes to compose a body.
sparkle plan
fingers soft sound,
touching the skin in the morning.
awakening of feelings and the heavy night slips away in an instant
,
liquid.
faces the day with the first light,
sly like a cat
distracted as passers-by,
asleep, sleep
soup ...
rolls down out of bed and frays the instant
that still clings to the pillow
- soft morning - the body's shadow
hand the road to the intentions
and everything makes a noise,
noise,
addictive
taste of tea ...
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