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Morning Magic

dull-yellow, squared  
numbers flicker into  
focus
ten past seven~
way too early
again
a single moment
spent in blissful clarity
where I still allow myself
to see you and I as
you and I,
before my thoughts  
realize my eyes are awake
and it is drowned, choking
on fear and resentment
I’m awake, I’m awake already
groaning in defeat
although I beat the alarm  
by three full hours,  
I roll over and begin  
another day inside the frame;
a thousand small spells  
taking the form of rituals,  
yet looking a lot  
like habituals
(cast upon intention
all the same)
shhhhh, best not to notice
my arms dance sweetly
in the air of the kitchen
as I bless the space  
with gratitude
and midnight  
Nag Champa,
opening blinds
waiting for coffee
 
Written by LunaGreyhawk (Jenn_Leigh)
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