blinds i refuse to close
like a bedroom door
so that some sun may find me
dreaming heavy and blind in the
bright morning light
not as cold as I expected
walking to the bus stop
despite arctic winds
chill to bare skin
everything illuminated
in such sharp contrast
cracks in concrete
crossed shadows of bare trees
a stranger to this world
of brick and bleach
brighter
even the lines on people's faces
as they held seat and stance
seemed overexposed
to my naked eyes' glance
all the lines of wakeful life
washed away in morning sunlight
dark as the night
is a vast sea of white
no beacon
no moon
to capture my sight
unprotected open blinds
huddled between windows
of naked open eyes
wake me in time
my dear sun
wake me to see
it all wash away
in bright sublime sea
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