[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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