I sit outside and the morning time of twilight is starting to dissipate, yet I feel blessed all the same to see it.
Officially sunrise, though there’s no real demarcation as to if it sets or rises.
I still manage to miss both chances.
Dwelling in my late nights, early mornings, and the brief period in which I find myself slumbering, back to 1400. We’re lucky if I’m up by 3.
My unintended poly-phasic lifestyle of sleeping came unperturbed and naturally.
I’ve been more keen with my dreams.
Searching for meaning and familiarity.
That not-so-subtle moment where the dream is the night I fell asleep always makes me feel awry.
Too soon of a recap and it’s not too familiar anymore, upon waking.
Lost in my thoughts, and visuals take over.
Some senses have gone out the door but intuition lingers.
Too soon, I’m gnawing at my own edges and it’s time to check if we have any coffee.
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