Implacable thoughts
Like a slow dripping leak
Like the drone of an alarm
just out of reach
Too persistent to let me sleep
Too soon, I think
morning has come,
and rise
The steady trill of rumination follows me
through a mirrorless house
to a set of drapes
Taking a breath, I throw them aside
bracing for too much light
But what greets me is stellar beauty
An expanse of dark
broken by moon
broken by star after star
Broken by more thoughts
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