morning | evening

i imagine my hands, set like clay
captured in a prayer pose
feet with legs sticking out of the ground
— bulbs shooting skywards
under the celestial phenomenon of faded light

i imagine myself, a sunbeam
body suffused with golden light
filtering through the cracks of my everyday
like a small roadmap of devotion
in a rugged landscape

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