5am

waking to a sticky black sickness
which covers me
water inside rises to sick
as i rise
the sick rises
and then we
subside as one
undone

outside the birds
flight
call
a gnat
a
noise i do not know
dawn slow
but the sky
turns
the
sky

bulging bole of the box elder
plum green
down there
in the garden
something moves
i do not follow
though
i wish it
hidden

waking to a silky blueness 

which covers me

after inside raises to silk

as i raise

the silk raises

as then we

risen

now one

become