Foundations
5AM the haywire of light
you've framed the vista
from your frosty window
Stacked sachets of cos lettuces
ponder for an outcome growth
Whence the day of blossom
Salvation is always a cost
Once you rode the world
but now you're part of the pack
eager for their morsels
Talk is easy
like hanging fire
Blackened clichés parade
You straddle the foundations
for the fear of listening
to your own sage
unfold in your mind!
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