I can see a canopy of blue, amongst a canopy of guava leaves
the play of light defines everything
shadows and variants of green that dip and sway with a tempest wind
in my home of stark light and life
I can rest
endlessly tired,
I will let photons sip in through my pores and into my blood
if such temperate perfection cannot heal me
at least I can be a vessel of light
at least I can be warmed
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