4 AM Fugue or, Demorpheustic.
Awake to a flicker of dawn from distant dens, then the exhumed bestial chorus of engines workbound, roaring toward impact.
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thoughts, poetic drizzle, some graphic drillings amid the melancholy wheezings of a calliope spinning to a carousel close, and a nice scalding mug of mocha to top it off.
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