Swift, the sunrise

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Karmic waves, rippling,
not yet fully resolved;
I feel the weight, tugging.
“White shores, and beyond,
a far green country
under a swift sunrise.”
It doesn’t sound so bad,
for all it feels so
in this moment; but that
is not love, only loss,
a muttering ego meandering,
a maudlin tale of melancholy,
a momentary mantra.