Congruency (day 2823)

What brings me into a place of dawn?
– Could lamp shades
Not recollect
Ten thousand words
Once spoken in privacy? –
Early morning stardust
Upon crouching wheatgrass
Shaking its memories
While endlessly searching
Library shelves
For one forgotten phrase
That used to mean a lot;
Congruency.

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