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Cold Dawn

By Jonathan B. Aibel

Already I should have emerged
from the waters, dressed,
office-bound, ready to shine.

Instead, the second alarm
scolds, rain falls behind
my eyes,

I can barely fold
my feet from the sheets,
shake myself into my body.

I am certain if I tilt
my head just so,
all the brightness will split.

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