The morning slips through the cracks
of sleep -- that's the normal molasses
of alarm, sunlight & prolonging
of sleep out of urban habit. Morning comes
always as that splitting of waters,
and yet how dense & wide it is in the first few moments
like a heart beat or a close chest --
something warm like what dream'd been.
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