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waking in the dark from uneasy dreams

I feel a kafkaesque anxiety

come over me as if I know not seems,

(but I know I do, in perplexity

in a temple built of uncertainty)

the tradewinds of uncanny servitude

bring sunrise as a broken interlude

like this poem propping up the ceiling

and this strange and lovely beatitude

of dawn undoing my fear-fraught feeling

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the clocks askew, the morning faint

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how the morning hit the day

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when I looked through my window glass

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in the morning there is pain

at the frozen river's edge

on the ledge of spring's return

in the morning there is pain

where the lamb by lion slain

sunrise bleeding on the verge

in the morning there is pain

at the frozen river's edge

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pourboire

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today is the day

the melting begins

the snow on the ice begins

to thin and the ice itself

begins to turn back

into a river

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I had to warm up my car

as the sun rose and the sky

began to saturate.

Being cold and having slept poorly,

my mood was icy and angry

and ready for movement.

As I aimed my crusted car

onto the gray and white street—

the white snow and gray ice—

the dilemma of my destiny

weighed on me, and the affections

of my life warmed the car.

The carefree days of summer

seemed like an improbable

fictional fantasy.

But when I began to see the sun

like my child's head peeking out from

memory, I felt peace.

When I stepped onto the ice

so solid beneath my feet,

I knew my path was clear

and that I would follow where it led.

The ice would melt and I would float

all the way to the sea.

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