Luminous seconds falling before
the alarm that always becomes
The darkness tumbling to an edge set
between night and the morning
Faults of light rent to shake this jagged
awakening wrung from sweat
Startled sheets of stained sleep twisting
up from a nightmare within a dream
This is not the turned earth owing them
a new beginning, but their bodies
Collision with the blood's commute
toward keeping out the wild reaching in
An open hand's slapped silence
stumbling from bed to knees
Sunlight staving the blinds to singe
the prayers that cannot help:
Everything laid bare by silence torn
from the illusion of rest insisting
Each dawn reveals what is broken.
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