the cobra rises: eyes fixed & tongue darting -- all 's still; nothing 's calm
Cobra [Haiku]
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I am a witness for a self-aware world, a world that's not just chunks of matter, but an organism that dances matter into an entity that can know. It can know truth and fiction and the truth of fiction and the fiction of truth. It turns order into disorder, but with knowledge salad on the side. I'm a compartmentalized agent of a super-organism that is beyond my capacity to understand or speculate the purpose of. I am a lonely witness.
On a bacon-scented sidewalk, an hour before the dawn, awaiting the man with a key as I make a dazed yawn. I've a vaguely swimming headache, and thoughts that fail to form. Will we have a crisp, red sunrise, and would it mean a storm? I'd remembered an old saying of red sky morning dread, but that's for sailors out at sea not landsmen missing bed.

morning light
hits downed copperpod blossoms:
ground guilded

workers cross
the silver-gray river;
heads log-laden

the prayer wheels
have all gone still, but for
the last squeaking one