Every end of night said morning
I wake as if being born
coming out of the void...from nothing to
this-sweeping-the-that-is-all-this
and it surprises.
What saddens though is the gap,
the time between the restless
or well restfull pre-sleep hours of
lying idol and the rude interrupting beep beep of the new morn.
It feels as though [ ] is missing.
And for that I want dreams.