Dawn light shocks my drowsy cup of herbal tea, It fills my dregs, my emptiness,
It trails down my throat, my skin, finger tips, my pale blue sock,
It falls my floor;
Its Dew sips my trees, @ interstellar pace 186,000 miles (300,000 kilometers) per second 5.88 trillion miles (9.46 trillion kilometers) per year, zips the dark,
seeps my tiny potted Ivy: It makes Daylight from the very shadow that spells hell; no rock hides any crevice from Its search.
Bold as noon treading water: It finds me. You, Me:
These Chapters spinning our universe, with Its Armour of Light:
It breaks, falls, fires, rises, shines, warms, my chill. Then It reads me.
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