Sleeping in as Resistance

the truth is I miss seeing
the shadows pointing west
the day smooth like a snow field
without a single print
it wasn’t my intention
to be so out of step
but still this is my rhythm
an act of discontent
refusal to conform 
to blissful ignorance
and well-behaving niceness
I’m wakeful in the dark hours
and feel more like myself
acknowledging the trouble and
the world’s fucked-up-ed-ness
than pasting on a smile
and waking up at dawn

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