Early hours; the
parts of sleep
recalled;
a fly opening
it's silk cocoon,
a foetus moving
in a jelly womb,
irises and corneas
assembling into eyes
eager to explore
a world outside;
those first times
when regrets are
abstract concepts
not feelings
growing roots
in subconscious pools;
all the things I'd redo,
my deepest desire
to be anew