Late into the Early Morning


I feel alive, when, and if,
The early morning, wearing me away,
Releases me from care
through confusion.

Some ideas flow on the wall,
like ants across a honeyed counter.
Then, tired straining eyes cannot make,
But watch themselves as pawns

Bleary, to remember,
When to do what's reasonable,
Made sense and now, tinnitus,
Opposed to hubris.

Body parts an afterthought,
Each own tale, follow turbidly;
Central command no longer
in charge, but charged against.

Whispering thoughts abound
when nature's room collects
on continuity; the human
can not with-stand like rocks.

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