February Morning

It is difficult to dream

When the fog creeps in on cold, heartless calm.

Every breath pulls deeper from the well

Of slow desperation that millstones your hope.

In this uncolored dreamless dawn there is no pulse

No surge, no electric twinge,

Only a day spread out blank before you.

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