Morning simply arrived,
As it does if you wait around for it long enough,
Not as sleep makes it appear,
Revealed in an abrupt blossoming of light,
But, with insomnia,
A gradual rotation of the earth barely felt,
Degree by degree, twisting you to face the sun.
Indeed, morning does not arrive;
It is merely a name given to your own arrival
On the other side of the world.
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