I Brew My Morning

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My eyes fill up with words

And seep slowly into my awakening pores

I stretch into syllables

And luxuriate into letters

 

I am a power unto myself

A generator of God vibrations

Forming myself into the flesh of morning.

I barely fit into my surrounds.

 

I describe myself,

Essences pour.

 

 

 

Love, Ana

 

.....the rest if all about filling in the blanks....;-)