[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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