Poem 411 – 05:00

Stirring restlessly the scholar
Sees the morning as a text,
A chance to analyse the unchanging,
And thus comprehend the rest.

Similarly the artist
With ink or paint or song
Treats morning as the subject
That reverberates on and on.

In contrast the student
Sees this time as the foe
And turns over in their over-loved bed;
Their night has much more to go.

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