I woke up this morning to a cold wind
No thoughts, no words, no feeling
Into an emptiness, a hollow with no meaning
Like my God, this dawn, had not woken
I looked out of the window to a sunless stretch
No character, no colour, no shape
A monotonous plain, featureless with no end
Like my God, this day, had not spoken
I looked up at a grey and dull heaven
No streaks, no hues, no promise
A canvas with no paint,
Like my God, through the night, was broken
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