Anticipated

...too much...

Too much?
Could it ever be too much to bask in the glory of a morn?
To expose oneself in naked regalia
For, be that not a natural state of affairs before our time?
A time when the fig leaf didn't exist

How lost and misguided be our spirit if we know not to simply be,
Simply anticipate the rise of a glorious morn...
...naked or not.

RB.