Cracks

Today I cracked my sleep before the dawn,
And, heavy-laden, walking firmly on,
My mind became a waif, shorn on itself.
But still, my natural mirth, it ripples forth
Flooding the dry cracks, wasting itself and time
On loving little things: such life is mine.

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