Somehow,
after awakening to the soft light
of five am, slept again
to the fuller, deeper light
of nine am, hours
scattered upon dreamless slumber
that might have been death
if not for resurrection
to this plane of bitter heartbreak,
full of echoes of doppelgänger
light from gone years
shimmering in melancholy.
01.08.2020
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