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in the still
that is your morning
do you drift on yesterday
as your coffee cools –
do you linger
for a while

with pieces
oft forsaken –
tho sharp the edges be
do they steal your breath
and leave you
with a smile

sometimes
my best intentions
are just reminders of the past
daylight spun to corners
in my mind

til the lure
of presence binds me –
to the place where living waits
tethered by a moment
of divine

. . .