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 |    10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
| I already need a nap at 7 a.m. The quiet quashes — early. My thin knees need light for courage, tip-toe about a cat sleeping on the steps going down to the kitchen where the coffee maker should remain silent, too. Laptop warmly reawakens, flashes a pleasing view for idle hands aching -- but the mind cannot ponder words, but worry if hunger disturbs. Digitally glowing, unable to employ the squawksome microwave. I sit by a reflective window that sees me in this cell. Outside is heaven and black with one street light -- wonder of a wayward moon -- wonder —. when the sun will appear, why I just couldn't stay in bed when a fitful mind disturbs a poet early -- a caged writer with hungry cats begging the can opener -- a museless fool who cannot steam ground bean into flavor morning richly deserves. I write words like these to myself — can opener like an open letter to a world that isn't watching, sleepy as me who only employs a head, with fingers —. and these keys marking a dim, lonely screen. Even the car keys would jangle -- fire a vehicle within a garage groaning it must lift open, that I might find freedom from this space I should not disturb, woken early to desire, something outside this barrier. 10.4.20 7.6.22 just another ode to being considerate to others when I wake too early and might get yelled at if I make too much noise with my need for creativity. |
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