the 6am time machine

standing at the station as everything wakes up
the street has grit in its eye
the slow creak of a thousand bones
municipal street lights all shut down in unison

back home you click on a kettle
as a late night radio show hands over to the morning

while maybe in parallel universe you are actually going to bed
yawning

I’m thinking about
designing a space-time machine

to get to you

at 6am I think of these things.

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