In the neurotic early morning,
Awash in a blue-pixeled glow,
You may clumsily encounter
A brief, pain-filled epiphany
During those anxious bytes
Of stretched, stressed time
Lying between the breaths
Regular as your seasons.
Hold that tiny revelation,
With all its tight agonies,
Close as a constant lover,
Reveling in the sensations
As they burn you to sleep.
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