To be alone

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I am born of the morning, the creeping light invigorates, makes new my mind  as I leap out of slumber into the burgeoning day.   The family sleep, all in their beds, curled and tucked  like sacred scrolls up coat sleeves duri...

I am born of the morning,

the creeping light invigorates,

makes new my mind 

as I leap out of slumber

into the burgeoning day.

 

The family sleep,

all in their beds,

curled and tucked 

like sacred scrolls

up coat sleeves during a raid — safe.

 

Words tumble from fingers

like rain from grey skies.

With all the watching eyes closed,

this silent darkness is all mine,

and my mind dances in it.

 

Refreshing cool,

stepped out from hot water,

crisp pre-dawn air,

prickles and pimples skin,

all too pale.

 

I chased the night across the globe,

always in the dark and behind the sun,

its life-giving fingers no friends of mine,

not in this state,

its touch unwelcomed by my muse. 

 

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