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Get Up

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There was something

I don’t have it

That happens more and more

I could fear dementia

Or being tired

Living near bad people

Being bad myself

Mixtures of denial

With remembrance

Corrosion

Over time

With late-night promises of products

Ready to shine up all the leads

Again

For the cost

Of philosophy

And exorbitance

So buy in

To something

Try to wear oneself out

For better sleep

To match the abstract way in which

A length of life

Keeps everything

Worn out

In style and manners

Lumping on the way

Another morning

Toward the coffeemaker’s

Totemity

Of dreams

And hopefulness

Having wrestling with an angel

Through the night

Near the water

And the waking land

To either side

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