The Dawning
Cleanse me by the filter of dawn,
as the honeycomb
of mind"s awareity crystallizes,
the waxing of membrane,
the taxing of the soul.
The blueprint of a-maze-,
droning possibility, silver gaze of a Queen.
Pregnant with jaded-ambiguity,
feeding with the milk and honey
dripping facets in cluster, cleaving abreast of new beginnings.
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