Waking Poem
A Poem on the Philosophy of Waking: Rhythm of the Morning
Ring ding dong
And the night that seemed so long
That stretched out like a knife
That was darker than my life
Is vanished like a dream
And I'm awakened by the scream
Alarming every time
And I cannot seem to find
The fingers to the button or a way to stop the sudden and never-ending bludgeon of the clock that keeps right on like that energizer jawn so I grab it off the stand and I take it in my hand
And now I'm carrying my time and now everything is mine the morning and the shine that takes me from my place into a higher space where I pray that every day could be exactly right this way that I get up with the sun and know that I'm a be the one to gathering up no moss to bounce from every loss like Aristotle I'm the model of the political animal and everything's in front of me it's up to me to take it all but every single morning are the same old questions horning up in my head like hornets buzzing up against my eyelids to ask just what I'm doin' that can save us all from ruin or even just to help myself to take my life from off the shelf to make the seconds ticking down worth...
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