oh

I hate mornings

dream too much and then forget

moving on, breathing out and

stepping forward, reaching out

into the future saying ‘take me

to a place where I am happy’

and this, it is only temporary

a passing cloud 

this momentary chill

the dark between the blink of an eye

a momentary blind, the heart-stop of

a sneeze. Soon a beat will find my 

heart again and

vision will find the sight to my eyes

 

 

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