Waking, Stretching

Each day is an opportunity to wake up.
Every edge has a left and a right.
I face them without fright.
For I have seen the hardest extreme
And the boredom of the middle.
I have tasted the sweetest cream
And been a part of nature’s idyl.
What life is left I swallow whole
Though night befalls me dark as coal.
It is always daylight where I dream
and see into my floodlit soul.
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