INSTEAD OF REST

We talk well into the songs of morning;
Neither weary nor anxious to seek dreams
And dreaming when colour breaks
The shadow of night.
At ease in our selves
Saturation, our intellectual osmosis,
Our unraveling and metamorphosing of us
When wind like Colorado’s breath
Make us seek the heat of flesh
Instead of rest.

adrienne ophelia

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