mornings when rays have to be delivered

imagine a morning
chilly and a bit dark still
waiting to be broken
a silence of inertia
how does one overcome distraction
of deviant ideas
and slow burrowing ants
making their own way to deliver
the rays of sun
in the dark alleys of my own heart

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