Obligatory preference
The morning yawns
I follow.
Whirring mechanisms
Toiling as told
A light push of buttons
Time, understood.
Capturing locks
Confined atop one peak
And then tilted back
Allowing the lukewarm ritual
Entry.
Sunday is writing itself...
I translate.
Thinly stripped fibers
Unsightly holes
The combination here, is, too-
Familiar.
Yet I adore such familiarity
Mine as I have chosen
Preferences.
Freewill is everywhere
As evidenced,
Books on shelves over which
I preside.
Granted, not taken for granted
A mix of interests-
Come and gone.
Someday
Time should be taken
To learn the comma, and
The clause.
That perfection of arrangement
Can match the age
Time... Understood.
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