Eleven eleven a m in a
Morning that will not go by
After a night of sleeplessness
Over your sleepless work
All night work
You love you say
As you cough and twitch
As I bury my face in the red pillow
As I remember at eleven fourteen
On a morning that will not go by
My night’s anxiety
How do I learn to let it go
To let you do as you decide
To let the endless morning go by
Without wanting to push the minute
Hand to a new hour
For now the way
The path the answer
Eludes me as the morning
At long last
Ends
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