Sea a white slab,
sky soft bag of sunlight,
the mountains opposite
suspended in mid-air; a dream place.
Cosily plump,
swaddled in greenery,
a pigeon sits zen-like
deeply contemplating;
as though daylight arrived before day,
and the world, caught in a spotlight,
blank and unsteady
has, as yet, its constituent parts unresolved.
The shock
as you peel away from the oblivion of sleep;
the implausibility of it;
the infinity of ends that all meet.
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