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ease into the day
with an eyes open stretch
won't that be like a birth
easy as water pours?
wake with a thirst
come kookaburra, call me
in bed, you were beside yourself
spill from the given page
last part of the night
comes to the story
then I am the truth to be told
all of the light is writing it down
just what the dark told
it's whom the rooster woke must tell
no one knows where it's from
no one knows where it goes
whole of this world is our gift every day
it's an anonymous donation
and every day it's another come
who will you tell, how to say?
each story comes to its effortless end
words easy as water pours
slide into the night
and you're equally home
just as with death
my brother to be
full of expecting
fond wishful
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