wonder
if I will rise in time
to
see first light
everything
is covered
with
pollen dusty yellow
roads
and cars and trees
wonder
if he will have breakfast
alone
again standing at the railing
melting
the brain through the pen
moving
slightly to the sounds
in
the ears responsible
for
at least half the inspiration
other
half is completely visual
and
it is the reason he believes
words
on the page still have a purpose
no
need to be plugged in
to
open up a book
“I
am not much of a reader…”
it’s
what he constantly hears
give
it a try again
for
the first time maybe
what
will be lost
a
little time and a few thoughts
might
not use them anyway
as
long as the sun rises
these
words can be seen
wonder
if I will rise in time
to
see first light…
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