the morning has been long ago here
it is Sunday, so, calm & compose posit in environ.
the curtain of my southern windows playing waves
splashing on my face–bare no spectacles
and the wind flowing on my chest.
no complain,
no sadness,
no blue or jarred feelings.
softness of summer morning sun spread in the azure sky
the clouded sky from last night was a dream it seems.
the wall is chiarascuro beach for the curtains
getting a different shades of the sky everytime on it.
aloofness I felt in the air as I look at the mirror at my feet.
the waves of curtain, the reshading of the wall (and also me)
the vacant space around me; I close my eyes to feel–
this ‘ween everything & nothing–moment of creation.
no words,
no thoughts,
no non-blank page…
Thoughts of Words 
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