when waking up signals
the first warning of light
you must rise immediately
and ready your palm to write
what is being told to you
lest, you shall delay and
then forget and then be lost
forever on what should have
been written. Look at you now
crazy over nothing seeing upon
light that comes to you but
makes every remembering as
hazy as a cloud laden day
a river murky, a voice husky
which you cannot really figure out
the source, the meaning,
look at you. How miserable
a dog with a missing bone.
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