the warm chill with the fan off
through a portal, porthole, screen window
the jays rage, the light scatters itself
amongst the organized wreckage
cracks in the wall ponder the notion of
daylight strangers. my mason mug
sits upon its thermal pedestal
and watches as the slow rising
star of the east makes its
diurnal journey to the well
charted water world
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