an un-optimised morning
Un-Optimised Morning
Today, the sun came up
without a marketing strategy.
The sparrow on the power line
did not track its daily metrics.
The tea cooled.
The room stayed still. And.
For seven minutes,
I belonged to no market at all.
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Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2026-09-19 at 00:27
Tags Couplets  Breave  Micropoem 
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