Lying in the darkness,
I stare at my watch in surprise;
Surely it is time to rise,
But no, it's not even tomorrow yet!
Of course, it never is--
Tomorrow, I mean.
Like infinity and someday and desire,
Tomorrow is a moving target.
So I read a bit
And write in my journal
Waiting for the magic of sleep
To transform the day.
September 16, 2009
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Waiting for the magic of sleep to transform the day.
This has been echoing in me since you first wrote this.
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