Good Morning

Dawn breaks, and with it

yawns wake the dreary

bodies of those who

accept the foggy boon of

Sunshine.

Through dusty windows

or glossy eyes

Desire envelops reality until

Realization drops

in the mind as a clear

glass of water

slowly spills empty.

Worry moans as

Coherence opens

its eyes to scold

the brilliant invader.

Thought takes hold

and dreams are discarded.

Who sighs?

Lifting his head, asking the light

Who am I?

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