Another morning, golden light
through curtains, cast across
the room, and birds cackling
outside, in the hum of
distant engines. To sleep
and dream of other days,
or go and open a door
to that alien light?
Into the light of others,
across hours that should
be spent drifting in the cool
waters of dreams... Between
dream and light one wavers,
a dark image mirrored,
distorted, in the shimmering
surface of time.
22.04.2023
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