I am jolted from my rem slumber
By an inopportune short circuit.
The crickets howl at the cusp of dawn
Prompting me to muster up a yawn
To muffle out the overbearing screech.
It provides momentary respite, as I find peace beyond reach.
My eyes affix onto the streets below,
In baited breath to see the street lamps turn an incandescent yellow.
Oxygen floods my lungs rich in hope.
The rush of it,
The gust of it,
Brings my head to throb and ache,
As what I see and what I want proves not to be of the same make.
I gag and spew out hot air.
The water vapour, fogs my windowsill view.
I recall it's quite rude to stare
When your hope brings nothing but despair.
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THE IMPROMPTU MANIFEST.
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