JULY - FOR SALE

Consciousness is slow to blur

And as I wake, I can't discern

Where you end, and I adjourn

It's hard to say, by this half-light

Where day and night conflate, unite

Distinctions between us slowly subside

Perhaps we're both, both "you" and "I"

A canvas of selves, yet inseparably tied,

A melodody, so serene

To be separate, yet to be seen

July '22