[five minutes after] second sunrise   
    
   it   is   the  sunrise   following   
  the  first sunset experienced during  
     a    single   waking   period.     
  
                                          
  you're one step inward, downward: light 
     falls from a strange direction,      
   illuminating the forest differently.   
   familiar places have other contours.   
                                          
   there's usually a prevailing rotten    
  smell, almost sweet. this would be the  
   over-ripe belly of the previous day.   
      some come to like it; i don't.      
                                          
   finally, there's a false strength, a   
  fools strength. given to you by the air 
   and the light. but it's treacherous.   
                                          
    its purpose is to lure you on dark    
   errands, but it doesn't care for you.  
     the "fairy's tailwind" will shift    
   without warning as soon as it finds a  
    more promising subject, leaving you   
  washed up in unknown places without the 
            means of a return.            
                                          
                       
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