AntiPoetics - Poetry - Morning

Morning

every night I die
and every morning
I am reborn
light shines down
and I awake
from another world
into this one
and I find myself
alone
a blank slate
no hopes
no fears
no ambition
no love
no hate
no hunger
but to discover
my life
and what lies ahead

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