I awaken.
Sometimes before I even open my eyes,
they are here.
The morning demons.
I don’t understand why they come.
Didn’t I just come out of pure isness?
Why would demons greet me
on the other side?
Shouldn’t I be refreshed? I am not.
Well, let’s get down to it.
Who is here?
Pure existential panic?
Well, hello.
Who else?
Not enoughness?
A wink and a punch to you.
Who else?
Guilt?
Oh guilt… where are you?
Are you hiding again? C’mon… guilt…
I know you’re there.
My mother kindly told me
ALL about you.
Oh, there you are.
Hello, Guilt.
What? I haven’t done enough?
Ok. Thank you, Beloved.
I see.
Thank you.
I know you are going.
I think I might miss you most of all.
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