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In the Hollow Morning

A dismantled rainbow waits
outside the window

Drawing nighttime from
my head, clearning

My eyes shut, imagining Lying here amongst thousands 0f ti.ny as hen stripes
the moon's traces. My body shaping them curveously
Indenting their uniformity
Your shadow,labouring And yet, they embrace me every time
over the bands of
the world becomes too much
Light in the rising Sending me into the land of dreams
sun, unaware I Without so much as a whimper

Stand there, watching DauidRange
you assemble arcs

Of colours; you memorized
the lines of the spectrum,

Named them, brought them
within your self-

Control. The sunlight
makes me sneeze. You

Spin around, surprised.
The rainbow falls apart.

Michael Carlson 4