Wake to eyes that refuse the sun, "Morning," whispers the shadows, I stumble past invisible threads, Coffee spills in arcs of madness. You push me, pull me, bend me sideways, "Follow or fall," you tease, Around me, inside me, I spin in the center of your storm. You twist my hours into colors, Sharp, sweet, unbearable, I laugh, I scream, I dissolve— Only to rise again, tangled in your hands. Morning and night collapse as one, You breathe through me, I through you, No push, no pull, just flow— Endless, circular, whole.
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