as  a new day beats its energy across

the thresholds of sleep.

i mark the throb, and my eyes open

to you.

singular as worship in a temple...

you're all i see.

i rise to walk through myself--sit,

stare out and let words purify.

right now this is all i can do, to keep from...

as write my way to you.

they offer themselves up selflessly, blinder

than the white of the page.