Past doozing-slumber, hum of distant highway, on truck stop pavement dirt-grass cricket sloaming.
All sleepy shelf-stock shambling clock-bound watchmen, all blink-red empty intersection stoplights.
New daybreak sky-glow twinkling star-sky coolness. All coffee-clasping glow-screen web page gazers, All yawning daytime sleepy-morning shavers.
Awake. Awake the earth-turned toward the center, Awake the morning traffic making travelers, Awake the lost soul idle, useless seekers, reluctant students, craftsmen, slaves, kings and beggars all. Awake, awake, awake, the morning call.
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