Rosy Optics, Or Clear

To wake up
and have no place you need to be at
with no card to punch

is a gift
that shapeshifts

One day it’s a key
opening doors to
vast plains of beauty

The next day it’s four walls
hung low and pressed close enough
to make all your hourglasses
coffin-shaped

To wake up
with nothing but wants in your pockets
and no needs in sight

is a gift
depending on the color of your glasses

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