Contra Addictions

I am a morning
at the edge of sunrise
unfolding upon a new day
my light and my breath;

I am looking in a mirror
or is it a lake
seeing this face
as distorted and fake;

It looks quite cold
on a relative cloud
bilious folds
hemmed feeling loud;

Distractions and curses
shouting and pulled
inconsistencies veiled
softer than full.