Tempo

5.45 as a crack in the sky coverts every blessed moment of sleep indecent, endemic join the panic electronic alarm awakening the subservient switch rattles continuous into the evenings precipice No time to savor Orion's autumnal belt nor the rising dews kiss befuddled but operating the automaton was this yesterday or Wednesday the same too often in a random reflex tomorrow still happens without relax Now burned on busy and another cold coffee its tempo the rings of ancient stains and the camaraderie of doing it all again leads life's to its exhaustion And in destination ranks the flow of the hours hasten in the usual traffic get up, keep up, perform some magic earn your pat on the back for that insufficient but ever needed wage packet 5.45 and the same crack in the sky rips every dream from sleep incessant panic stressed to the alarm of electronic reminds you continuously of how you might die all the way back into your bed Tomorrow still happens without relax Just a habit that brings yesterday back