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I notice me, the mirror

The door, going up stairs

And the clock reminds me

It does’t notice me, just pains

Early, seated, questioning

……..

Sun Stairs

Have to calm

Somehow

When it’s too loud 

And there’s a stalking cloud

What floor no button so

Step after another

Desk thoughts and sets mind dilute

Not so astute no sleep look at map

Commute and horns, sirens, a delay

I stay a confinement to documents and 

Assignments 

Rhythm guidance from drums and echoing loops

Told what dues, those voices back and forth a ruse

Anything can be claimed while nothing needs proof.