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Meditation for the Silence of Morning

I wake myself imagining the shape 
of the day and where I will find 
myself within it. Language is not often 
in that shape, 

but sentences survive somehow 
through the islands of dark matter, 

the negative space often more important 
than the positive. 

Imagine finding you look at the world 
completely different upon waking one day. 

You do not know if this is permanent. 
Anything can change, after all, 

for how else would you find yourself 
in this predicament or this opportunity, 

depending on the frame? A single thought 
can make loneliness seem frighteningly new. 

We destroy the paths of rivers to make room for the sea. 
                                          Adam Clay
About this poem 
"This poem considers the clean slate of the morning and where the mind goes before a day begins. A thought, like a river, eventually leads to the sea, though eventually the sea can overtake the very thing that's created it." 
-Adam Clay