Sunrise
dusty Day
makes sky colors bright
as the First Day
First Day was
dusty, fruity sky.
ripple of black
corner of My Eye
Hair.
Wind sweeps stinging dust
dull green Weeds rustle
throaty whispers
sun-colored Fruit
knocks against itself
Ripe by now
Gather when Eyes don’t itch with sand.
for now, wrapping waterfall of Hair
around My Arms
will be warmed by My Skin soon
won’t be so cold then.
Stomach doesn’t feel empty
Strange,
Morning always brings
the Hungry Pang.
Different Day
dusty Day
never been this dusty since
First Day:
Day everything Became.
everywhere, that Day
lays over this one
sheet of Water
distorts sights
brings back old ones
My First Sights.
juice-stained
color sky
blinked
short spurts of dimness
then Nothingness
interrupted seeing
New
Heart pulsated
saw it through dull white cloth
that covered My Chest.
that cloth’s a ruin now
tan, gray, splatters of dark
from spilled juices
torn all over.
still There, though
still There.
like all the remnants from the First Day.
Skin rougher
Food fewer
sky paler.
still There, though
still There.
always will be.
Skin heals
Food comes back
sky sometimes brightens
on days like Today.
New things happen
tufts of New green under the dust
brighter green than anything
up from the Ground
spreading like pools
of rain-fallen Water.
so New
so New
I’m not New, not anymore.
I look up same time a whistling starts
screams in Ears
pierces
stabbing thorns of screeching Sound.
I’m not flinching or bending
under the screech
standing straight
staring up
dust stings the sight
but I still see it.
hurtling
shining
screaming
from the Sunrise
so fast
heat ripples air.
shine slows
roar of white cloth catches wind
slowly, slowly
rests on the dust.
opens up
opens up?
hinged?
creaks
moving, moving
what?
moving
only I move
all other motion’s
blame of the wind
but the wind’s stopped
all’s silent.
No.
coming from the dark
inside the shining Thing
walking?
I walk
only Me.
almost no Hair
No, still there… just short Hair.
Eyes
not black?
brown
Same as Me
but Different
so much the Same
Legs, Arms, Eyes.
Eyes
looking at Me
Same way I do.
not a Reflection in Water
Real.
Different
Same
Moving
New.
Heart pulsates
see it through ruin of cloth
that covers My Chest.
close Eyes
dimness
then Nothingness
but blackness stays
Eyes closed
and I am in deepest Sleep.
it’s all
so New.