each day it passes by
at six forty five
At first I woke from its growling intent
A cough, a sputter, a resonant hum
A vibration thrumming in the hollow walls of this wooden cave I share with them.
Now I rise before it comes.
Though in years I have not heard the sound,
the anticipation propels my receptors
to action.
It will be today.
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
each day it passes by
at six forty five
At first I woke from its growling intent
A cough, a sputter, a resonant hum
A vibration thrumming in the hollow walls of this wooden cave I share with them.
Now I rise before it comes.
Though in years I have not heard the sound,
the anticipation propels my receptors
to action.
It will be today.
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