3:11am

expanding gaze in early morn surmise, the clock ticks to its horn greeted by the ceiling with it's haze thought was behind this endless chase those numbers flicker as i grapple that sight start to wonder and mumble dubious reach ahead of this race sulking at suspension in space hour ahead of the intended clock thoughts flutter in bed remain tucked wandering back to the dreamland surfing the waves of time strands languor restrained amidst of trance surfacing back this heavy dance with the chorale of time whispers eyes slit as the ear pitch lingers ascending as this day is primed to the duty to earn some dime bracing up for tomorrow's trail waking up a familiar stale