Crusa: The Hour earlier to Dawn

In the hour earlier to dawn, I rise up

To present with myself a little bit

Before it all starts again.

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“Rise up” is not really what I do;

I untruth there, awake, on my pallet,

And extremely still, hardly breathing.

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I listen, build sure no indeed one else is stirring,

Make sure nobody hears me.

I lay clasp of a few moments to hear to

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My gore beating inside my ear,

Hear my own breath

Easing not here my lips.

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I permit myself sink, ease down

Again, for fair a few minutes

In the cool gray

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Before it all starts

All over on one occasion additional and

Goes with every one other accompanied by goes

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Until the centre of the night

And I collapse on rough cloth,

Too tired to ease into sleep,

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Too frayed to dream

Good dreams, knots inside my back

Like cobblestones.

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I want to labour for myself

Not for important human being else.

I want to be paid my own keep.

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