Dawn Past Dusk

Dearest Conciousness,

What do I do?

I'm rarely awake as it is

Wouldn't you if you had the chance?

Do I have to?

No, but I promised

Myself really, by happenstance

to sleep instead of dance

from dawn I slumber

Past Dusk, whilst they blunder

dancing the social number

with all that they have

Yours truly,

Bhav

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