Awakening
Nights unconsciousness
fades in avoidance of
approaching sentience.
Breakfast
Hand to heaping spoon,
spoon to eager mouth, swallow.
Soon, the stomach brims.
Morning
What will be made of
this new malleable daylight?
It's time to begin.
Lunch
Sun at its apex,
what once was recess is now
a rushed meal alone.
Afternoon
A heavy belly,
hot sideways sunshine beams,
this day is half passed.
Dinner
Food slides down throat,
sun slips below horizon.
A tired world unwinds.
Bed
Dreams rehearse, ready
to play the night's production.
The sky is now dark.
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