After last night's late night, I woke early
At half-past five, for God's sake. I could not
Drift back off. On came the lamp, dazzlingly
My eyes ran down my face as though upset
But these tears were as those when you see God
When the bright light of heaven penetrates
Your once-mortal cornea and the rods
And cones squirm in pleasure and pain, the great
Light like an elephant dancing in skates
On your retina. So it felt to me
When the lamp shone and its beams cut like hot
Lasers into my orbs. I read. By eight
As gentler daylight came, I finally
Drifted off, dropped the book and lost the plot
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