another morning where
the light arrived early
my feet found the floor
somewhere a bird sung about
the bold unbecoming that it takes
to go on again and again
before i woke
there were a million things
that went without notice
join them
join the chorus that sings
you can do no wrong
for everything is right
where it must be
Mizpellt wurdz
Only as good as my word, and I often have pretty bad – or should I say poor – word choice.
daylight under my curtains
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