first draft

Jan 19, 2008 10:22

When morning begins to breach the dawn,
You will find me sitting there with
Out a hint of thought or reason.
From dust drawn up for respite.
With my first suffused inhale
That bubbles through my languid veins,
From depths will come a great divine
With life raised as its great ensign
Like the monster sans the Frankenstein
And at last I will awaken.
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