And then there is nothing
but at work and asleep
loud and quiet
here and home.
There is no tomorrow
on which to worry
because it is tomorrow.
No one judges you
they already are sentenced.
At this hour when no one lives
it is not what you make,
what you lack, or what you should be doing.
You could not be doing anything else.
This is the brilliance of grave shift;
it kills the imagination.
4 AM is my favorite hour:
it always feels like
a strong possibility.
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