Morning Write About Night

Becoming more diurnal every year,
I’m up at dawn and comatose by nine.
Accomplishing all morning, then I veer
to lassitude by 2 pm, my spine
and brain to recess aimed. And that’s been fine
a decade, but I’m contemplating change –
tonight I’ll write and ply ideas of mine,
and try a week or so at what feels strange.

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