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In this way it begins With waiting Grey light and white time - blank, uniform. In this way it begins Passive, at two in the morning Not quite nausea; not quite discomfort Inexorably awake awake awake I can’t write my way out of this.
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
Night Waking
In this way it begins With waiting Grey light and white time - blank, uniform. In this way it begins Passive, at two in the morning Not quite nausea; not quite discomfort Inexorably awake awake awake I can’t write my way out of this.
jill-d-barker
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
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