A shaft of sunbeam awakens me at dawn.
My slumber has been of one dead for a thousand years:
Deadened by thoughts of culpability and then,
Awe and wonder overtake the moment
As the light settles in.
But fear raises expectations of loss and
Grandeur — neither of which hold a place
In this reality, nor a grasp on the epiphany.
(This is the light of choice.
This is the light of choice.
This is the light of choice.)
Opening the shades fully,
I take in the miraculous, blue of
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