7/25/11
06:15 am
Bklyn, NY
Morning Squeamishness
Wake up
The morning arises
Laying here
Heavily panting
A breathless sigh
To an unfamiliar day
Of reckoning
Time starts
On a resolute clock,
While churning
Strange numbers
And hazy faces
Slowly recurring
In absolute
And indomitable emptiness
Barely recalling
Obscure details
of a relentless dream
Placidly hallucinating
On the imaginary
Occurrences of folly
Witnessing
Fresh details of your life story
Consuming
Another wretched day
Of guilt and innocence
Wake up
The present emerges
Tweak your urges
To another chance
At blissful survival
Wake up
The morning awaits
The present is here
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