Vision clears. Taste returns to the tongue
That before was twisted and tied
As if in the mouth of another.
Facing the self. No more the mirror that lied
And tricked you to believe the former was you
And would remain until all hope had died.
It joins you at the mountain’s summit.
A sunrise summons it to sing the refrain.
Elegant awareness returns. Overdue. Overjoyed
Cycles of breaths return again. And again.
Rippling waves softly lap over you
And the cooling breeze of reason remains.