a soul breached
the sun this morning.
this morning when I woke
empty and full of everything
I woke
as the essence of my self
expanded and the existence
of everything seeped in.
I woke
stretched down the street
across state lines
over oceans…
I reached
your bedroom
and his
and hers
and theirs.
I reached
and perhaps you felt it
as I became the feathers in your pillow
or the groan of your headboard.
briefly
I knew you
like every cup of coffee
you have at nine.
briefly
I was you
like brazilian black diamond
on my tongue.
we woke
forgetting who we were
as we stared at the wall
the ceiling
the window.
we woke
as the expanding essence
of everything retreated.
my soul breached
the sun this morning
and you felt the knowing of it.
you woke my body
to celebrate the news.
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