another early morning
my unease lifts
slow
wisps of thought
across
unlit walls
mask dark cities
unfinished
repairing
to another
dawn
as a lone car hisses past
outside
in prelude to the
coming
opera
itself a minor variation
on
a set theme
where vanity vies
for
attention
with ego
...fried or boiled
...or
coddled
...or poached
good morning
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