I thought I had found
the end, the beginning,
of this thread.

Seated at the foot
of the stair of the unknown,
I worked to unravel 2,3,4
and make it one.

On the lips of confession,
I found perceived origin;
tied this truth around my ankle
and anchored myself
to the rebirth of January.

But even in the infant inhalation
of a new beginning, I am
Sunday night dissolving
into the dawn of Monday.

And you,
(you)
are my early morning
wake up call.

01/04/2004

Posted on 01/04/2004
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