Blurry, bright red digits
Across the still dark room –
Powerful...confusing to
Lazy, naked eyes.
Three spaces? Not so
bad.
But four? You are
toast!
A maladjusted miser of
Sleeping time that’s needed.
Lines of tricky light,
Little sticks connected –
Gauging bits of day,
The crucial fourteen forty.

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