God Or Animal Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Awake in the wee hours of the morning
When everybody is still asleep
As your reality is still forming
In your mind apparitions still creep

Insects chirp in this twilight of the gods
The silence can be almost deafening
Day will come forth with all its cons and mods
Light will expel all that seems threatening

The sun rises and our work must begin
Illuminating our trivial way
Absorbed in this luciferian sin
Far from sustenance we can never stray

Do we awaken to reality
Or does life reside in infinity
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