Morning. Diffuse light
through frost painted panes
xylophone alarm quantifies reticent consciousness
warm sheets a Siren Song
or ****** Lotus beckoning
to stay in comfort and familiarity
crawling to a vertical orientation
jerking into up-right ambulation
the still tepid bed implores you to stay
Dredging subconscious anxieties
nebulous worries swirl; full blown gale
Lightning fears & thunderous uncertainty flash behind groggy eyes
Backhanded ocular rub
quells queasy qualms
life is ineffably uncertain
But there’s excitement in ambiguity
satisfaction in resolution
interest in intrigue
invariable inevitability
only begets; stagnation, complacency,
boredom & apathy
Uncertainty is positive, perhaps
a necessity even
but then again the bed is still warm
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
Morning. Diffuse light
through frost painted panes
xylophone alarm quantifies reticent consciousness
warm sheets a Siren Song
or ****** Lotus beckoning
to stay in comfort and familiarity
crawling to a vertical orientation
jerking into up-right ambulation
the still tepid bed implores you to stay
Dredging subconscious anxieties
nebulous worries swirl; full blown gale
Lightning fears & thunderous uncertainty flash behind groggy eyes
Backhanded ocular rub
quells queasy qualms
life is ineffably uncertain
But there’s excitement in ambiguity
satisfaction in resolution
interest in intrigue
invariable inevitability
only begets; stagnation, complacency,
boredom & apathy
Uncertainty is positive, perhaps
a necessity even
but then again the bed is still warm
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