Four fifty four on the third of the second?
this is not a sign.

I’m awake
about to rake the ash from the grate,
oh! wait,
that was years ago,
the mind playing tricks at four fifty six.

Time for coffee.

watching the *** never stopped it from boiling.

what makes Thursday so special?
ah,
it’s the day before that day,
anyway
it’s still early
not nearly late enough yet to get
rushed off my feet and so
I’ll put them up for a while
and relax.