Long dawn
Long night again
the sun bouncing light through my window
off the dazzled borrowed moon
brightens my bedroom
and keeps the semi-gloom afloat and conscious
to the sound of eager seagull children
whistling for food
my insufficient curtain
blowing like the skirt of street cleaners
hovering pre-morning
before they gather the detritus of the town
I am afloat
I am alert I am a sea/ of rogue sensation
anchored to a warm and sweating bed
the breeze sends shivers through
my nervous system
a glimpse of day bends echoes
in my head
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