good morning
a gentle call from the morning sun, unmistakably
an intersection of references
you were there
real, touchable
sitting on a wooden chair, on my right
you said something, something encouraging
you smiled, like the sun
and of course, backed by the generousity of his light, very much lucid
I can't tell if it was a dream; I drive them manual - usually
but I was happy to see you, it was... believable
if that is how you chose to pay me a visit
if that is how you have your deepest intentions conveyed
I got it, and it stays close to me
eyes wriggled under the lids
enveloped by warmth of a certain temperature
it was human, it was soft
it was the sun and you, maybe
without a doubt
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