It is early now and dark outside
The day will dawn before this is done.
Yesterday was late, the watch left at home
to tick away the hours till the tension left its driving spring
It is strange to wake so early and to feel so well and wakeful
Last night all was sore, desperation and desire for sleep ruled all
The artists old studio has emptied, the new one is filled
The pieces of such beauty may be moved to their new studio space
Later today, the artist is not well, the work will be done after noon.
For the last time this year there will be shopping to be done, and the Argentine will need the fittings for his bed. He may then sleep thereupon at the turning of the year. The sense of duty will not go away despite the feeling of having had abuse that will not leave the mind either.
All things possible will be done to prevent the need for an old man to sleep on the floor by his bed. There is no sense in allowing evil to join fury and to end up in a putrefaction of ignorant nastiness.
Now it is dawn on the penultimate day of this year.
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