Awake before the birds 


Awake before the birds. Only the sound of the sea washing stones.

Im restless,  an early bird in nest, suppressing the dawns chatter whilst those around me rest, remaining at flight in the world of dreams.

Id wish to fly there too but my mind is a tumble of stones, collisions, a ceaseless stir.

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