what i did this morning.

the light won't hide.
it'll seep into you somewhere,
into your pores.

you'll soak it in,
become part of it.
your hue changed,
and for a brief second
you notice.

the smell of the air
a changing of time
rustle of sheets.

patterns
shapes
texture
but you cannot
remember.

well,
here is your memory.
or is this just what i think i see?






-lowt