What a DAZZLING sunrise.
Why do I despise sleep, so?
I am watching with my NAKED EYES.
It is much a mosaic display,
With gradual surprises, and
Standing PERFECTLY STILL on its
Blue bed of SKY.
What is the eye Performing a
Moisturizing TECHNIQUE each time
It BLINKS?
I'm blinking NOW. I AM TO
perform the slowest blink I
Know. WATCHING THE QUIET OF
THE FALLING SNOW.
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