it is dark outside and I am thinking
the heels
of my hands press against the edge of my desk
the
grain of the wood is comforting
fingers arching upward
hover above keyboard
tips striking downward
intermittently
it is dark outside and I am
writing
I am writing in the dark about a moment in time
it is 5:45 and I have been awake for hours
drinking coffee sweetened with brown sugar
mentally preparing for the day ahead
my future self like a ghost ahead of me
get up, get dressed and go
but that is not this moment
in this moment I am awake and thinking
watching the moon and the stars outside my window
feeling the world turn on its axis
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