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Daily writing prompt

What are your daily habits?

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At 04:20 the first chirp
at 04:25 the light gathers
the orchestra of persistence
in this summer of
my awakening

I still exist as an I
(this poignant failure)
(this stubborn clinging)
(these stupid brackets)
this is not failure
says the teacup

this is us, just you and
me (and me, says my laptop)
my feet respond with upright
complacence from the
coffee table – these good
quiet friends.

I have grown fat with awareness
and despair.

My body is a luminous egg.

This poem is for me. I have not
grown fat. I have grown ready.

I am sylph-slim to him,
I arrive in his dream –
my brother in despair.

For some reason we are connected
by the strands of awareness:

some mountain magic
illuminated within us
this sombre fabric.

He grows athletic
and I grow salt and bramble
with eyes like plums

and arms full of birds.

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