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Each morning, I lie
Flounder in the rivers mire
Glut'nous ego beached, the jagged shore

Tangled up in fading warmths
Of what's to come, and past due
Cotton pillows pulverize my sense of self-worth too

"A person with a why to live,
can bear with almost any how."
I squirm around and gasp for air, the why
Simply will not come about .

Neither settled scores, nor marks before
Are counted lucid through the horror
Patchwork quilts and body bags
Would some graceful giant pluck me from the treach'rous crag
I'm affixed to

Wedged between the world and me,
There's one task ever to complete,
Upon it all the others are replete:
Wake up, alight your body on your feet.
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