The morning sun arouses me,
sifts soft gold in my eyes and
gently edges last night's clouds.
Your darkness is a tree,
its leaves are evergreen,
and glossy with acuity.
An oblate textured surface
cases flesh of reason,
nectar of a pierced heart.
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