DAWN STATION REDUX

this morning

i 
woke 
up
in the future again

all fuckity & drool-gagging 

& again

i am bone-marrow sick

from the 
street-cast
hallucinatory 
journey
but

grateful

grateful

grateful

she met me there

&

that i am not reset alone

in the rapid fire horticulture

of

the

dawn station terminus kitchens

~

i was a man-camera

in the past

yesterday

i exclaim to her

& now we are here

she exclaims to me

heading

for

tomorrows

carbon departure gate

disguised in noble apathy

going slow as that gets us

together

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