6:30am

Wishful thinking
This sleep thing
All tangled up in thought
Mythos busted
Lost amongst the scrolls
Leading not into temptation
But the truth
That furrows the brow in the morning
That which turns the
Spine into an arrow
Making waves at the breaker
Until thought is piqued for opinion
Maybe this time we will learn
Maybe this time
People will care
About the state of their being
Of the earth
Before the number of commas
In their bank account balances
Maybe this time
People will recognize that we are
Truly the hand we look to for guidance
Discretion aside
Making waves is only the beginning
The earth spins
Playing its part
Much like the gear of a watch
Methodically spinning
A part of a greater whole
Is the whole fabric of the Multiverse melting?

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