It Is Well... Isn't It?

Morning has broken
Already,
Again.
Terror
In living colour.

Stay, Bogeyman, stay.
Your presence calms hasty hopes
Of another day.

With the light comes the performance,
Of the rites of the zombies:
Scurrying drudgery.

Until you come again
In Peace, with peace.


Chili!

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