Too soon
The miracle revives
There is something in the air
Each and every one of you
Is here
Or isn’t here
Over there the Sunday lie-around
Is waiting
You think
Nothing waits for no one
Only you and I
Are bothering with that
No need to walk on water
As far as I can see
But still it might be nice
Everything about me
Is inside the kitchen drawer
Waiting to make tea
There’s no knock coming
The misery is wasted
The sleep is overwrought
Can you open this?
There is a trick to it
Water hot or cold
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