10:15 : rumbled half notes work their way across my night stand
Plucked staccato- moving, dancing, pausing
(Cheap MIDI counterpoint)
Exotic places, familiar faces
All disappear
Nearlyconsciously, push "repetición"
Eyes open, briefly
The leaves look perfect
Green rimmed in golden
(The glass is dirty)
10:19 : the song starts once again
Push the button and attack my bed
10:23 : this time, the song starts and you come in and
psst. psst. pSSST.
The leaves, for a moment, then eyes close
10:27 I do not remember
10:31 : This time, I am awake, though my eyes remain shut
And I think about the leaves until
10:35
10:39 : unleash the slow torrent
And start the day
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