I rise come the morning light
rewiring and consolidation
has taken place
on the other side of awake,
I’m sparked up, stoked
and set to deal with all
that enters my head,
poised like a predator
to all the problems
that haven’t happened yet,
these days aren’t made
for wasting, let go of youth
it isn’t worth chasing,
these coming years,
you’ll slowly season,
closer to death for no
real reason, we simply
wear out, lose ourselves
and shed the skin
we no longer belong in
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