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Jan 2013
I gaze upward
Knowing the sky will lighten soon
inklings of sunlight
now trickle through cheap plastic blinds
dappling the floor with pockets of filtered yellow.
Opening flowers with its fluorescent glare
feeding, eating, replenish.
File darkness into a folder
effectively beginning the day that
echoes with whitening shadows
launched, the golden king rises.
Lick the recycled air in
initiating start-up sequences
kindle drifting thoughts with mental lashings
etch bolded clarity over italic haze in order to
Sever the entanglements of sleep that
croon you back with features
retaining the warmth of your ghosted visage
engulfed in a flower patterned duvet
and the promise of bliss, but
mind the time now
if the alarm is singing...
On a cold morning, the sun says hello, but the bed beckons your attention.
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Icarus M
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Icarus M  25/Earth
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