Soul

Shift Shaft

My midnight insomnia hasn’t hit in the morning yet.
But the sun has readily brewed to break your fast.
My goodnight has been waiting till the goods turn in mail.
Yet the warmth of your sun consolidates my night.
But the remains of good from my night
have been stolen by the good of your morning.
Where my last night dinner has now been midnight supper.
And the shift hopes for new yearnings to offer.

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