Day is stepping forward now
I rise to meet it
I dig computers
Facing down my fears
Resisting despair’s summons
Living by my terms
Awoke by the rooster’s call
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p style=”font-family:"”>Train horn echoing miles to me
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p style=”font-family:"”>White noise from cars
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p style=”font-family:"”>Hurtling down the freeway
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p style=”font-family:"”>Birds speaking much as they have
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p style=”font-family:"”>For millennia uncounted
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p style=”font-family:"”>A look into the boundaries
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p style=”font-family:"”>Of infinity
Inbox announces
Porn-bots sing their siren song
Empty of beauty
within destruction’s songs
lie the call of rebirth
phoenix’s prophetic
return from the flames
oblivion
Perhaps I cannot
Change much in
This broken world
Where cynicism
Valued more
Than compassion.
Perhaps.