it was zero six hundred hours
& the klaxon was silent
having previously spent
the last fourteen hours in silence
holding tightly to each moment
are the bold possiblity that
each step brings us closer
when in fact
we’re merely sleepwalking
I stand slightly at attention
having adjusted
to the new order of business
tripping over my own feet
talking back
in one direction
ever flowing
I hold all the moments
equal in every direction
relative to whenever’s clever
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