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So early , still cool night
The day has not grown
No window of light in streets to start me
a news bulletin blares from the radio
the world seeps in
but not the light

The day has much promise
I have, anyway decided to achieve much
upon a deep well of nourishing ideas
I will sip and digest
and my limbs will shove night into day
thus will shine
if from dim roots
the demise of darkness