February 16, 2005

朝 (Asa)

We wake up before everything else.
Our entire life is opened every day
by one moment.

Before the morning begins
there is the sound of things
they form, slowly forming
they continue to ring
and before long
you are in the world again.

When it happens
sometimes you cower
under the warm, heavy sheets
your body barely feels its own extremeties
a fire that burns low
immovable, flameless.

Sometimes you revisit this moment.
A few hours later, it is still morning
and you are not awake. Still, you move.


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