five steps to standing up
| 1 | the day begins with stillness, then a bell drops into a pool of the night your sight ripples; you sip sunlight |
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| 2 | dreams are water you leave behind your hands smooth the linens’ sands for tomorrow’s dreamers’ wandering |
| 3 | oh, yes: the metallic chime of saucepans silver spoons, frypans, saucers, porcelain teacups topped with steamed milk, memory |
| 4 | is the morning’s recipe your finger follows inward, traces your childhood table raise this to your lips, yes, first taste best |
| 5 | I remember how many days I remember the same old sun lit the same old skin warming this little room I’m in |
Image credit: Before you wake up, by Darija Blue @ deviantart.com