pause for something else the
seasonal music goes right on
cock crows stomach growls
fingers tap on shallow keys
distant traffic begins its day
hereinall there is found no I
no doer needed thermostats
manage the house's comfort
silent struggle under covers
turns into normal waking up
what is the right thing to do
is this my life's satisfaction
or background to something
other beyond hidden secret
meaning still to be revealed
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