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Sunrise perculates the coffee

Inside my tired veins

Ghosts of old return, Wake from tombs within me

The pleasant kind that laugh and like to play

Tell me, is it emergent springtime

By chance, finding harmony,

Synchronicity -

I pray I learned from the last story,

With my happening to turn the page

Here's hope that old words weren't buried

Or merely recycled once more to clean the slate

May this dawn, 

This day

Be sage

Though less so than tomorrow,

More than yesterday