The morning sun tumbled into the living room like dice chasing down green felt
skittish, bounced, bump.
The pert coffee tables' fierce leg toeing its shadowed line deep into the fleshy carpet, across the childlike smiles of my warm sun
selfish, diagonaled, dark.
The silken ties of the tent felt only when the penumbra intrudes and the Frost wind rips
tauten,billowed, blown.
Craving freewill at the mercy of the squall, navigating opaque truths-
Choice is only free when the alternatives are known.
shaven,bared, bone.
Not tangible, I suffer the difference on my skin between sun and shadow
foresaken, trampled, tied.
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