Up late this morning
It's my birthday, but no one knows
Why is positive the word
Duality has broken me
A doppelgänger lived here before
His clothes are on the floor
From yesterday
Negatives of a thousand photographs
That I'll never see
They're lost to me
My father's awake, and oh god
I see his face
I see my own
A life in pills
And it might hurt
But you'll have worse come to you
This winter's morning
The dogs still walk
The birds still call
No change at all
But in this house the air is new
And the owner too
The coffee comes to the boil
A robin digs into the soil