How crisp was the sorrow
How swiftly it went
Left not a trace or word
Just a light wisps few
Of the night last lived
That seeped and itched
Unnamed in dream
Then morning white
To reveal the eyes
That fumbling curled
To escape themselves

Then coffee, then comb
And an eyeliner thick

And not a stain or crease
To dare and speak.
How simple it had been
To break and mend and to repeat
I slid from lane and sped to song
I was to reach the class in five
Then reached and left
I ate the day in three big bites
Then day again, again
And how quick they all go through
How easy it is to make do
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God, but the night
Heavy, goo in my shoe