How do we awake
to the death of each moment
and the night, and the day?
How do we live
after the past
and what is not here?
We are brought
on a wave of time
from one moment
to the next;
on a drive of events
from one act to another
How do we awake
after that sleep
the nurse throttled us into?
Perhaps it's best to keep down one's head, dead
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