End of night
beginning of the chattering flow
birds and dew
deep wells of sleep
shallowing
into a starting
of the engines inside us
To wake now
is one thing
but to sleep?
to anticipate the day
as a period of darkness
of rest
while all others
stumble forth
and find their ways?
That is something to enjoy
to be in the separate part of things
the secret times
hidden places
unknown by so many
revealed only
in things
like this.
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