night time is for recalibration
body breaks into a million pieces before the sun rises
when it does
i go to collect them
the heart goes first
the nice thing is that it’s the first thing to come back
and it’s beating distinctly by the time the rest of the body is in order
night time is a time of reorganization
memories solidify
information downloaded into muscles, sinews, bones
but you never remember where you are in the split second that you regain consciousness
the realization dawns
when you’re lucky
when it’s quiet
you can segue into morning
past the darkest hour
into the first light of day
sun around the corner
coming up from the mountain
and as the rays of light fill the sky
that’s when the body comes back to place
it has rested
it has recovered
it has reassembled
in order to live a new day
I like this way of looking and sleep and thank full for riding the next day – cool poem
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Thank you!
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Your welcome 😊
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