I.
The false dawn gives in to new day.
II.
Was it rainy? clear?
The only stars I saw were pixeled.
III.
How cruel the dastardly betrayal.
You reneged on our pact!
and encroached upon my dreams.
IV.
A hyperaccelerated heart pumps me through the day,
as if to remind me:
To slow down is to fade away.
V.
A rapidfiring brain foregoes semantics for syntax,
produces shift after syntagmatic shift,
for it knows----
it is just one straw's weight short.
VI.
I succumb to that funky time between engagements.
VII.
The last and largest meal of the day diverts my vigor.
I can hardly poemize.
VIII.
Come, glorious night! My happiness! My savior!
I want the nightingale and not the lark.
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