In the quiet
of the all alone
I sit
and stare
at the haunting glow
of the monitor
the clock
the dots on plugs
proclaiming they are alive
am I?
I wonder
the not quite sounds
of the predawn household
a part
yet apart
afraid and alone
Face the coming day
the coming week
the forever future
I wonder
what the day will bring

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