It's Sunrise

The amorphous sunrise
The loss of duality
The merge
No more dialectics
Everything woven together
Colors blur
They burst into sameness

Souffle milieu
Wispy in the loft
The conductor lifts antennae
There is symphonic
Harmonic flow
Ware we sail on the wind
We slide in the glide

There is a need
A primal need
The taste spills from
My glands
Rolls through my teeth
I look to the distance
I see you looking