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dawn is an image i do not often experience. i am sleep-weary and bedridden by thoughts of what must i do today of can i make the deadline and yet there's that wren, outside my window singing her constant, consistent song. i wonder if she knows i can hear her. i wonder if she cares. last night, midnight hues and headache pounding footsteps on a carpet and my father's voice, goodnight children i have to go run before it's midnight one look at my face and forehead crinkles you look exhausted. go to sleep. there are not enough hours for all the things i want to do; my canvas is large and i am running out of paint. why must the stars be so welcoming? why must daybreak beckon with watercolor pastels? i am afraid of death but it's less about the dying— i am afraid of numb mind, eternal sleep. there's so many colors i'm picasso or kandinsky, tie-dye 80s craze because i can't choose an hour to wake in (instead i choose them all.) wake up, says the wren. you have so much to do. i am infinity, i am a mobius strip. welcome to my ouroboros.