These rectangle rooms
Tangled rooms here in my heart
My heart feels alarmed
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Cure
The clock, alarming and as a storm, swirling seemingly sideways
Faster, more red and ominous than my 1am pro·pri·o·cep·tors
The gyroscope, spinning and my brainy mind righting itself
Stronger, my legs are and I swear to all that Is holy, I’ll not fall
Clutch
The conversation amongst Creation
Ripples through the wood
Chip-chirp, hoot-whoo, back and forth
Speak they, then stop
Perched strong atop
The corner of their branches
To consider whether serving
As her a.m. alarm
Is worthy
Of their majesty
At Least I
Alarm sounds off
Eyes wide now
Feet hit floor
One deep breath
Mission this day
Help one heart
First things first
Take His hand
Smile real big
