MORNING

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In my spell casting to get to a location
Like it only takes me here today
Waking up to meditate before a day and night
Sleepy-head takes me to another world
Presence of some Angels to get me shielded  till then
The following day now
On my knees for the confined space on rug
As I am positioned amid urbane heed
A ring of a clock watch clapping on my ears
I pop up in white-white headwear
Like those men with turbans on-in emir castle
Stretching the arm of a door to get a passage

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