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Rebellion is Soft Light
Sleep is sacred
So I keep it close
As I wake
Warm as a white down comforter
Heavy on my stomach
I look out the morning window
The wood floors even glisten
And the old house creaks as it awakes with me
And birdsong in the trees
cacacophic little bastards
Yet I get the feeling that
the notes
of a song I once knew
But have since forgotten
still hang in the air as if just sung
But gone now.
now slipping quietly down the hall
The walls still reverberate as with a sudden loud sound
That wakes you
But when you open your eyes
its gone
"No, wait this is all wrong. Can I start... Can I start over?
Let me try it again."
Okay look. Look at me.
Pretend we're real for a second.
I woke up at about 7am, and the way
the sun
made soft white light in my room
Like a holy aura
Was beautiful to me
Too beautiful to ever really convey
So I'm gracelessly asking you
To believe me--
No, I'm not asking you to imagine that
the light
was so beautiful
That it inspired poetry in me
I'm asking you to believe me
that I what I really thought was
"This is too beautiful for words."
And despite everything the cruel and unjust and petty
Throw at us
Despite the nightmares and the bad memories and the pain and the fear
Despite the way it feels like life is singularly out to get us
I still woke up and the first thing I saw was too beautiful for words
And I want to remind you of that feeling
Simply that it exists
