There is falsehood in awakenings;
unlike duplicity, which can have
honorable purpose. Inside the map
of my mind: chandeliers of dawn
cup light deconstructed. Hawkish
silence moves stepwise as if between
two & open (distal) end points,
where sleep ends and beginnings
tremble.
Calculating consequences,
I fade a trillion years forward;
lay with Medusa, (embrace the ritual);
clear my lungs
Begin again.