Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Dividing the Day

When midnight's shift divides the day
I look within — and what is saved?
Or what is gone, and not to be?
But sleep has come, and all is dark.

When morning's wall remains to climb
The first step's getting out of bed
More choices open up again
And boil away under the sun.

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