hear the sounds of footsteps
the ants are moving
pulling their catch
for the day
your cornflake
is tasty,
a spill of milk on
the floor
a lizard comes
down
to drink what
you wasted
a dragonfly
is lost and whirls
around the
flourescent bulb.
turn it off
it is 6 o'clock
there is no
more shadow
there are rays
of light
wanting to
enter the shutters
and the blinds
open them
turn off the light
welcome
this new morning
there is no more
reason to be
lonely
write it. I am
reborn.
write it. I am
a child of God.
I am a happy
child of God.
write it. I am
ready. I am going.
now. Go, go. go.
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