When the sun awakens-
Like breaking an egg over a dark skillet-
The thick taste of yellow,
In the back of my throat.
Living on the edge of nirvana-
That resonates with the clarity
Of glass waters,
That break with their waves,
Over vacant shores-
There is a cave carved consciously
Into the jagged cliffs
That sings our memories to the sea.
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