light comes slowly January mornings
fading out early in the afternoons we
need our gas and electric to survive it
comfortably dry and warm we can
read and write whenever we so desire
this is not natural but the good fruit of
civilization teetering with unmeasured
stress and fractured rationality we fear
breakdowns leaving us exposed to the
real conditions of animals on the earth
those we care for more sharply at risk
more years ahead to sustain themselves
find satisfactions we already enjoyed a
future unimaginable the dubious present
no longer implying better times ahead
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