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it's early.

they are asleep

and

 i come upstairs

fan blowing gently,

cricket reverberation

elevation

i am an observer

in this space

 this little peach nook

of mine

from older times

from before

(the explosion)

gold glitter

erupting from the heart

floating

on the relieving coolness

of full moon mid-september air

the cycle begins again