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I.

By and by I awake this hackneyed Day

Inmost self,  Splayed--

Into estuaries daily.

II.

I sit here before Khepri awakes: cuppacoffee misty

spiraling, Pen, hand hovering and thatched out Paper.

Empty stare out blotted windows.

The day, a thresher, set upon us each morn.

This masquerade fife Days weekly.

III.

My nadir forms from 

Terce to Vespers;

and Nocturnes my

Apogee.