Waking

Sun rise coming up
Slowly
Fog whispers “good morning”
Frozen wet lips
Migrational warmth
Met by incomplete light
Progress implied
In the separation of contours
Closer to view
Indistinct in the corners
Splashes of vision
Clearing
Emerging
Now blocked by a cloud
Now brighter in contrast
Imperceptible silence
Registers music of morning
A vista evolving
Revealing
Night only a memory
To confirm for the dawn
Truth of what it is, was, and will be
Whether naked or clothed

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