something wakes me
its echo outruns my memory
and my eyes slowly unglue
the air is wet
dark still, but swollen with change
hushed and taking a breath
my bed, a drunken cocoon
feels alien now, an impostor
the sweat in my hair has gone cold
and someone calls to come quickly
I enter the hall
and I pause and I listen
a mystic silence hangs waiting
I exhale and vapour rises
I go to the window
and draw back the curtain
the approaching morning is covered with snow
untouched, wise and reborn
at last the sun bursts in the distance
it blinds me and I turn my head
I see my shadow on the wall behind me
I gasp and I blink
then I turn back to face the dawn
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