Time aside

Sleeping, she
Quiet swooping
Down the night wind

Waking alone
She remembers little
Of night thoughts

Windows open air outside
Breath of morning, sun through glass
Coffee browning in a cup with
Her cigarette smoke

She picks lazily at the day
Aimless waste leaves her
Choking, in angry silence

Plummeting sun calls her back to
New sleeping
Through time not wanted

She cries in whispers to the fading light
With little desire to wake

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