There is a moment, at the beginning of the day
when first stoking my fire and sitting back in my chair
when light has not fully formed in the eastern sky
when doubt arrises that I should be out of bed at all
when that first cup of coffee nudges my consciousness
into wakefulness that for a fleeting moment
I entertain the thought off eternal life and if not that
then that other fiction of being the master of my day.

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