[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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