Back to Reality

I feel the cool air
current on my cheek
at my right hand
the fire, vermilion heat

my thought in tangent
hangs somewhere in the
centre of the room
expiring in this
freeness of somnolence, this
gloaming of non-movement

hooked and
glittering as a fish it slides
away, circles
uneasily, leaves me
glassily unwound

here in this
single week of the year
calmness and quietude
light as vapour
descend like a cloud

until I float serene
on hazy dreams
relax in light reflections
let powder my eyes

a blue, lazuli high and
wide as a ringing dagger drawn
while at the heart
in the background
peace pulses and

like a heart
like a dream
prepares for the testiness
the bright singing
the light and sting of arrows
biting
in a steel-grey dawn

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