| An Early Morning Paradox |
| the hands on the clock seem to stop |
| while my senses take quickening pace, |
| flashing from one thought to another |
| throughout cerebral space. |
| truths which by day are obscured, |
| in the still of the dark, lie revealed |
| like lovers entwined in the folds of my mind, |
| their secrets no longer concealed. |
| the burden of such god-like perception |
| is that only gods can handle it well |
| for someone like me, it's much better to be |
| unenlightened, and perhaps, a bit slow as well. |
so I greet with relief the new dawning, |
| (it's finally arrived, you see) |
| time speeds back up and night's memories fade, |
| bringing blessed normality |
George A Starcher Sr
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Revised: 09/08/00
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