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
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