Perfect Dark Morning

A bubble bubble day 
Trouble, it's dark again
The sun is bright
No clouds

The ignition is wet
And the pilot light
Is lukewarm
On the path to chilled

Why does the beautiful
Ruin that which would be 
Out and to the side?

When the in comes in
On itself
No more can I say I tried

Until a step meets another
And a walk turns to ramble
Downways realize: it's a depression
In an otherwise happy land

The maples are stout
The lavender happily musks
And my nose tells my heart
It's time to open back up

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