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



Calculating consequences,

I fade a trillion years forward;

lay with Medusa, (embrace the ritual);

clear my lungs

Begin again.

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