daily forecast

wondrous thing, the human physical condition
some days the chi is flowing like Niagara
a team of bucking mustangs couldn’t drag me from slumber some mornings
and I wake after eight dark hours a curse the sky and the birds
then again, some mornings I spring toward waking life
after three hours of deep dream
with the spritely vigour of a jack rabbit on Red Bull

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