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5 am still dark motorbike dew
night’s nectar no one awake
speed sheer round curves
mangroves to the right
limestone on the left
stretching north enigma
questions the opal air
eyes hungry for light
hide in excess of orchids
trespass the garden
hope no one hears
reach shore of content
hint of breeze furrows
the water with tropic code
here I sink into sand
dawn front row seat
sunrise of the secret
this time revealed or not
