six o'clock in the morning
up from a frightening dream
vicious thugs took over the house
this house is warm the light crepuscular
nothing changes but time
goes one way cycles repeating
as each life rises and slowly falls
I savor the rhythm even uncomfortable
silence as planets revolve
dichroic colors unpredictably
brighten in the morning dimness
anticipate possibilities of a promising day
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