light control
light control
by Wolfgang Nibori
morning’s always sneaking up on me
like an bandit with a sock full of quarters
i hate getting hit from behind that way
leaves my mind reeling the rest of the day
the hot pink glow of dawn offends my sensibilities
if i held sway over these cycles i’d let night last longer
i work better in starlight, reflect deeper by the moon’s pure guidance
i guess that means the task is to make each night mean more
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November 12th, 2008 at 2:21 pm
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