Reds flashing cut through the blackness splashing
the thin opaque screen with a sheen
of dazzling, luminescent colour
rousing the sleeping soul from the slumber housing
dreams not yet seen, places not yet been
not yet ready to face the day, the pallor
slowly fading away, consciousness imbuing
confused countenance between two states, a daily routine
of rising against the pull of comfort, with no false valour
invading those gateways of ego masquerading
as blurry gelatine orbs and twin stars injected with tacrine
CPU engaged, architecture superscalar
a shifting of being, awareness granted - a freeing
like automaton, a machine, protocol requiring caffeine
sensations of fullness, expanding bladder
pressure increasing, the freedom of releasing
a liberating stream into bowl that gleams.
A new day arrived, started with glamour.
Photo by Anastasia Mezenina on Unsplash
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