like a dam giving way
water crashing through the cracks
with irrevocable certainty
Maybe it is more like the carving
of a great canyon over time
atom by atom the winding river
erodes the stubborn rock
revealing a path of patience
Maybe awakening isn't
the scream of a bedside alarm
and we are meant to linger
in the in-between a little longer
so that we can remember our dreams
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