Written in February of 2006. I was falling asleep on a futon when the poem suddenly came to me. It was sparked by recent related talks in philosophy class. Original titles: 2:11 a.m. and In the Throes of Morning Passion (the latter one I don't like at all anymore).
So many ideas that
just come rushing and
in restraining them I
wrestle with the only true loves;
that is, to read, write and weep
for all the things I've lost in
this world, knowing all the things
I will gain.
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