The day comes to us in waves

sometimes quietly,  other times 

crashing and loud  

alarms that shake tables, the bed, the floor 


The morning opens to us as a door

as a window

here is the sky, here is the street,  

today is pastdue 


Cloudy becomes sunny

overcast becomes rain

then repeat or

the reverse


The world revolves 

people, sound and colours, 


the carousel spins with or without us 

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