beethoven's fifth is dearest
to my heart in early morning
when the vibrating green mass
on the nightstand
(no monster, no zombie)
is crying that i see what you
have to say.
and they are insignificant but they
are words.
sleepy salutations to pull at my
little heartstrings
at five AM and cause unusual
palpitations, through the shiny
charging screen that keeps us
near while so far distant.
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