Morning Son by Finlay Mangan

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Morning Son

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Like a dog 

Laid in the sun 

I Catch a burn on my skin  

on the living room floor 

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I turn 

look up to her 

burn the retinas 

from through my eyelids 

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Stamped in my vision 

an angelic ring of 

overzealous observation  

I made with the life maker 

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It takes a great courage to 

face honestly and direct 

she who provides 

you with everything 

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I stare right into her 

until I can’t look to any other

without seeing sun mother’s 

relentless impression    

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I see her 

in every shadow 

in every dark place 

I gaze

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