Another morning.
Last cup of coffee.
Open the blinds.
It’s a bit chilly.
You found everything
you sought before sunrise.
Staring at the wall,
thinking about the guitar.
How did your life
get this simple?
A beat behind the marvelous
is still worthy of marvel.
You didn’t expect that,
did you?
You might make more coffee.
You might not.
You are in tune with the marvelous,
after all, and it might stop.
Not today,
though.
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onward,
T
Dark Matter 
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