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Darkened street 3Ascension…

A redeye slogs its way across soggy Eastern skies
Its mournful drone labors to reunite loved ones
Sleep begs and beckons its continuation
As the will nearly loses its familiar feeble fight to blossom into another day

Soft piano notes acknowledge the sixth hour
While the brain shakes off the cares of dreams and fantasy lives
Dayspring dawns as fingers gently caress letters from inanimate objects
And my soul projects its thankfulness for these words to begin this morn’s resurgence to life…