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The Sound of My Alarm Clock
The sound of my alarm clock
Strikes me in-between my eyes
Like a crack of lightning,
And all my subconscious thoughts—
All my dreams—
Splatter on impact,
The residue jettisoned around the room,
Looking diffuse through the rolling curtain
Of heavy morning fog.
In that moment, my body is electrically charged,
Pulsing with an evanescent throb of energy
That seems to fade before it began,
And the world starts to pour down on me,
Raining the speckled flecks of wandering thoughts
And lethargic indecision—
The wu wei of discomforted wakefulness.
For another five minutes,
I experience action through non-action,
And what a glorious five minutes those are!
poem
by
Tim Stensloff
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