Waking at early light
sweet, beckoning sounds
delicious to listen
crawling up a sleepy slope
toward consciousville from dreamland
rarely do these two worlds meet
easy to slip back
adventuring beyond logic
and quotidian concerns
not ready yet to hurry up
to leave behind unbounded mind
for practiced perceptions
a catbird, robin, titmouse
keep wheedling, cajoling me
to engage with another day.
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