Sometimes
it’s hard to
distinguish
between the sunrise
and the sunset
like morning
and mourning
just a u
superstitious Cabalists
get tenure
from writing
books
about that u
but it’s
both a larger
and smaller
difference
than they
could ever
surmise
One time
I got so
drunk
that I slept until
sunset
the 6:00
I saw on my clock
read as a victory
until the
Pyrrhic
reality
set in
the false
orientation
was worse
than
waking up
in total
darkness
But I am
glad
that you
are eternal
rosy-fingered
sky light

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