I leak words
into a notebook
at dawn
when I wake
I use a fine pen
one that glides
births words
onto paper
soundless
boundless
unread.
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Morning Shades
In dawn’s blur, I awaken to radiosounds
Everything is broken, a sultry voice declares
but even weakened and half-asleep—
I don’t believe.
Pencil Notes 