Metals fuse better in the dark

These sleep-strewn fields hold secrets
from before the race for acquisition,
and mornings start rough where we come from,
but it’s a blessing they start at all.

What would we do without coffee
and complaining,
if we saw the peace possible in the world
and created no further discomfort?
Our eyes wide and daring
we’d watch the sky,
find ourselves part of it
and melt into the stream,
leaving behind the empty and ragged
jokes of existence,
seeing nothing beyond the nearest screen.

As you could be
is as you ever were –
and waiting to be born.


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