First Night Without Sweet Fog
A hush folds over the room
Not silence but a velvet static
Like the air is waiting to see
What you do without dissolving
Shadows rearrange themselves
Into half-remembered shapes
Old thoughts brushing your ankles
Like animals that forgot your scent
The clock doesn’t tick tonight
It breathes slow and deliberate
Testing whether you’ll follow
Or break formation
Mind unwrapped from its sugar-dark cocoon
Moving with logic out of rhythm
A lantern swinging in a cavern
Where the walls shift when unobserved
There’s a tremor of clarity
Thin as a hairline crack in glass
Letting in a draft of something
Which cannot be named
In that draft
A question lingers half posed
Is this what the world feels like
When it remembers itself
Lying there sober as a moonbeam
Listening to the muted rebellion
Of a body relearning its own edges
A mystery unfolding one unlit corner at a time
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