I think of you waking up
On those cold mornings in the dark
After you learned the truth
That you had a genius growing
In your belly and lighting
The fire kneeling down
To listen to it speaking
Inside you about a new kind
Of consuming desire a light
That would pour out of the eyes
Revealing every forgotten thing
And I think of you pouring water
For your breakfast of honeyed bread
Still a young girl watching the sun come up
Half-dreading the journey ahead
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