6am calls me from my sleep,
I imagine it a reminder that the world is awake before I, rustled with the waking of early jobs, and pending sunrise
and while I am somewhere between consciousness and dreaming, I have nowhere to be soon,
The is a stillness in the solitude of an early morning
I let myself be transfixed in that moment,
I listen to my breathing
and let its rythmic chant tell me
You are here
You are here
You are here
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