Casual Paralysis
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1 min readMay 15, 2020
Last night I had resolved
to wake up earlier ‘tomorrow,’
as if the world revolved
around this time I borrow.
But for hours, as I lay,
sleep just would not have me;
I envisioned this delay
pushing breakfast back exactly.
Reacquainted with the daze
that morning will deliver,
I found I could not raise
my head or heart or liver.
The torpid suffer too,
yoked oxen in the sun,
wanting as we do
to spryly rouse and run.