Hey Shady! Get up! Time to get out of bed and write something for your blog. Your public awaits you.
Sunrise
Epiphany?
No, just the rising sun
blasting through the frosted
glass on the east wall.
A laser.
Eyes closed,
I can feel it.
No fast moves.
Aroma of dark elixir.
Quiet electric hum
inside insulated walls.
A favorite time
that does not last.
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