In the morning I

rise from a nest of

cold wind and stars

Flying over you I am

a mere seed in the sky

my body as shapeless

as an unfinished dream

From this height all the

miles are inches

the vast horizon

Is a delicate scar

on my side

It is at this great distance

that I am closest to you

For this is where I

can see you best

changing into yourself

the way water changes

Into the face

which leans over it

Fredric Matteson (CCT Founder)

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