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
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2016
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