Bed in time. . .

head and spine
smooth draped
to sleep
in horizontal line,

the mind
a while to retire,

life signs low
like a purple flame
well tamed
on a
back burner fire. . .

Timely awake
the bed to make,
the self,
to rise, wash, walk
and thus
fill my blankest, purest,
early day
with simple tasks
that renew my world and me,
and in so doing,
in themselves,
spell strong success–

for that’s what sets
me up the best,

to travel well
with all my powers
around the clock and all its hours,
that, from that sparkling start of day,
will pass
and constitute the rest.

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