Awake again, feel the nothing,
Half death and half alive,
still crawling in the dark micro corners,
another month, another year?
But the sun also rises,
The morning commute silenced,
The schools shuttered,
The gulls hungry and confused,
A full tank with no where to go,
a full rage with nothing to throw,
But at least most of us can breathe.
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