Earlymorningnotecards

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at 425 am
I hear the birds
at 430 there is rolling thunder
but still the birds
sing on .
There is no such thing
as a silent night
Only your moments of
inattention
Deafness
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that makes
the darkness seem
so silent

I thought about running
through your predawn
thunder
And rolling down steep hills
into rivers
and following the rain-
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my common sense says
that early morning is the time
for rest
blanketed and secluded
not the pursuit of
transcendental reality

At 4:37, the clouds break
they hold no fury
only melodious
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droplets
that shower
the unsilent earth

and make the world
sing out
persistent praise
That will be forgotten
once we hit
dawn