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Ambiguity

The morning always breaks

In the middle of night in May

Collapsing the sense of day

Creating ambiguity about

The eternal order of the south

Where every night is dark as coal

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This Morning

A long journey always starts

With a few steps

It is like this is it

This morning

When the eternal

Nocturnal light of the north

Gives the illusion of day

In the middle of the night

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Lights

Morning in the middle

Of the night

Changing the boundaries

Between being asleep and

Conscious

The light has perforated

The mind awakens

Painful memories and

Shortcomings

Rebuilding what was once there

Or never been there

Like a fever dream

Only the bitter wine

Gives temporary

Peace of mind

From the relentless remainder

Of shortcomings and shame

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Skyscrapers

The body is like an armour

Protecting, sealing of the pain

Creating the illusion of safety

The city is just the same

Building on an illusion

Of safe spaces

Small islands in a sea of

Brutality and poor desperate brutes

Trying to survive or at least

Get a fix before the end game

The mix of decay and refinement

This city,

A city of the future, city of the past

Has all those qualities and

Lack of qualities

While the eternal judge,

The sea slowly breaking

It down to rubble and

Fairytales