born
into consciousness
by the chirping
of still-innocent
birds

the nirvana
of an empty
head
that holds
only
one perfect
floating
firefly
thought
at a time

eye lids
pull back
slowly
like a
wet flower
blooming

blink

and every
soft color,
every molecule
in the room
slips back
together
in focus
for you

and yes,
shortly
afterward

morning light
through eyes
wide shut
while taking an
eternal waterfall
piss
is
sublime.