I got up early.
I looked at my hair.
I pulled on a pair of shorts.
The body said that it was up to some.
The head laughed in joy and at the intoned limits of the body.
It was agreed the drive would be made to the Tree Place.
the entire idea of some, in the head today, so far
smiling at the puzzle recognition of energy
the one that begins automatic restructure
treatment for the lungs
anxiety and spin
tell the brain to fret
and also to spin
signal of the mooring
more than anger or regret
not to grasp
a steady marker
a hold at core
observe the body and mind
for the notice of the beacon
to the next, last, gift provided
“Rise Up and Shine, For Your Light Has Come.” Isaiah 60