Poetic-Verses
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The sound of the alarm clock is a ritual of dawn
I try to slow the sun down with the snooze alarm
As the rosy fingers of the turquoise dawn
Drives white light into my room where only moments ago
I slept in dark slumber with dreams now erased by earthly light—
I wonder about this earthly light versus the light of dreams
Maybe we need a snooze alarm for reality