Early morning before doors open
Where bleary eyed tourists roam inbetween sunbeams
Dashed against sandstone and tarnished metal
As shadows flee the zealous light
These creaking hours
Slow time we fight
The light embraces every surface,
Bringing newness with an urgency that’s useless
We wallow in our lust for night
Until the light creeps through our somnambulent minds
Or at least a large latte from Greggs
With three sugars (please)


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