Friday, 30 October 2020

Morning




light washes through open blinds

you are forgiven for everything 

you have ever done or said


you are clean

untouched, without names

your habits are comfort

your past has passed


yesterday was before the night

you slept and dreamed

stories you forgot on waking


your eyes open and you search

for your name, the floor beneath your bed


where do you go when you slip

into the star-field where nothing cares

about your history or your opinions

any more than you care

about the feelings of fruit flies


the elemental spread sheet

has left the columns and rows blank 

for you to breathe.


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