The moments between sleep and rising
always bring the finest wise-ing.
Before the brain is all there is
the mind is there philosophizing.
It hit me flashing as I oped
my eyes, not seeing as I'd hoped.
Fumble pen, write it down.
Just a line, no more is groped.
Tomorrows verse will be as clever,
but out of tune with this endeavor.
God, if you are somehow listening,
make me lucid on forever.
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