As the hours march on
the things that stand to reason
sit down
and rationale takes a vacation to
backpack across europe or something
Impulses and their kin steadily
become feral
and while they're at it
also a bit louder
Following their lead
I quickly shove a towel under the window
to try to quell the frigid draft
ever exuding from its breadth
but to no avail
Incensed I turn out all the lights
lower the curtains
and tip down the roommate's clock
which issues its proud emerald glow
casting shadows and forbidding darkness
but now is quieted
Sitting in my newborn murk
I ponder a dream
attempt in vain to forge meaning
on the anvil of
what is this im going on about anyway?
i should NOT have had that coffee at this hour
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