Rise

Before the sun cracked

In this open winded sky

I was alone

Flaking in a field of wheats

Constellations twinkling

In their lifetime of looking

The plains rose

As if it was drifting on its own

Away from the roads

Passing of cars

In this trickle

Of consciousness

The clouds have broken in

Into parting.

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