the mad morning gave me pause
to think about clouds and the colour of your eyes
and now I am caught up
in the colour of mists and sunrise
it seems that we'll part in the dark
outside the radius of some lamp-shade
and rise again in the morning to the drizzle's enfilade.
Oh grizzled shade of sleep! To what do I owe this joy?
i have debts to pay to the morning dew
Oh holy darkness deep! My spirit do employ
and make the ancient promises anew.
Visit me! in brain-stems dance
the dance of blood and bones
visit upon me! in endorphins
in afternoon jogs
and tea and scones.
so hence with fervour we awake
and of our birthright's bondage do partake.
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