75. Second Life (Myshkin, 2020) · couplets

The morning ocean breeze, a palm tree’s breath, Enters my window unannounced, like death. The birds wake up, they have their sing-song say. My second heart is dawning with the day. My second brain is smart enough to pause... And let it in, this joy without a cause. My second will is jamming to the groove, Relaxed and potent, nothing left to prove. My second mouth is laughing day and night When teardrops fall, my second eyes delight My second, youthful body feels the bliss Of being Earth and Heaven’s tender kiss. I was reborn out of the muck and strife, A second chance to live my deepest life.