Life has taken its break while I worked beside lamps, studying the world's old classics.
Now it has returned, and finds me here still, awake. Am I ready to sleep?
If I am, then I miss little; little happens before the alarm that brings my second waking.
But nothing can replace this first awakening, the collective reconsciousness of the nearby world.
Pink has ascended in the sky, and is diffracted further up; now salmon paints the tinge.
Life takes its steadying breaths;
And Earth awakes again.
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