Each day brings forth its offering
Water fresh or bitter
Syllables of darkness or light
What structure be of its flitter?
These bricks…are transformed
Color regardless!
These bricks like a breath
Becoming…a woven piece in us
This ethereal and misty structure
Only I view it
Particles, molecules, shades, and shapes!
Molded by choices
This brick burns brightly and crystal clear
That brick dark and light blocking!
My lips have brought forth this creation
Celebration and mourning
Each day, IN-frame another
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