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Hard to Rise
Rise slow sun
over the river, eyes closed
filled with helium but sad and heavy-
it is hard to rise today.
Alone in space
you shine away your own body.
No one looks at you directly.
Shut out of the finest houses
with sternly drawn curtains-
it is hard to rise today.
Too many memories!
Too many flips of the coin
all landing the same way.
Too much time moving dumbly
unpunctured by imagination-
it is hard to rise today.
Two thousand years
of upholding dumb time
of adding your signature to all that goes on
of shining on bullies who run and run
untripped by imagination-
it is hard to rise today.
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