My waking moments

I smother all questions

doubts and other things

made for torment,

rinse my sorrows

in memory water,

i arise like the young sun,

pure and innocent.

It's a moment, 

splendid and child-like,

but it comes just once

every 24 hours.

[From the collection 'Some texts are made of leaves', shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2011]

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