“Aubade”

To be breathing
awake and feeling
in small seconds
of unending infinite
mechanical mornings.

muttering step-step
dragging dead dreams
through shrill-ringing
alarms and siren-shouts
life-lost but still living.

we wake in gentle light
dawn-struck dealing
daring to open life-worn
eyes and see for truth
the world we’ve been

neglecting

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