the sun splits the sky. eviscerating night to bleed light into my eyes. morning brings reality, and shivers. i pick the sandmans leftovers from the corners of my eyes. dreams flutter, flashes around my head. 9:00 and I have to slap cloths on flesh and meet the world. $2 for coffee, as I pursue some whim into downtown. another day wandering. always
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