Early morning offers the comfort
of silence as you awake to your human
architecture, stretching out sleeps stiffness
while your system processes the inward
blueprint, preparing for your first step.
It’s a good day when all the parts work.
You yawn out tired air with a moan; a
familiar voice inflection known only to you.
Television fills the room with prophesies
of murmurings by people appearing wounded
by someone nearby; twisted smiles and
perspiration fills the screen.
You head out with a pocket full of vowels,
determined to create a day worth living in.
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