climbing out of bed and into my spirits' handsome remove
as the windows breach my solitude with all sunshine and an early mist
reclines like a cat made of jewels; i join the **** of my room with new feet
planted in yesterday's disarray, and a multitude of undone things.
i seek the fumes of my coffee. I scoff at the tattered robe i can't get off me-
for it's comfort is old and friendly, draped over my sleepy flesh...
adorned in lethargy and no small muse, i ***** at the giants that taught me just how the ocean is one tear
wept from a loving dream
that borrowed the eye of a storm
to cry havoc
over truth.

every wave, living proof

Of You.