i woke up this morning well before my time & talked to the rain.
i looped honey into a spoon, took a pill, tapped my fingers, cut my nails.
i poured some water into a mug, watched the tulips cup, the paint bleed,
(and my nose seep, and the tea steep), & i tried to wake my sheeping mind, but-
i thought of what Emily told me about time & eternity:
the quiet nonchalance of death/ no daybreak can bestirthe candle gutters, et la lune descend sur le temple qui fût
the slow archangel's syllables/ must awaken her
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